Flowers

• Holly Sweeney, Grade 7, The Peninsula School
• Poetry
• 2014

Excellence Award in the 'The Text Generation 2014' competition

There lay those colours of luminous light,
Beds of rainbow or dying night.
The patterns reflect the planter's love,
A dying dark crow or a lively white dove.

Blooming can't hide the petals and art,
The warming love of spring in the heart.
Flowers of intricate lining and swirls,
All cover the beds of this beautiful world.

The colours eternal every blink of the eye,
The bright warming sun to grow them inside.
My bed with roses is elegant though dim,
The flowers are there, the colours are in.

There lay those colours of luminous light,
Beds of rainbow or dying night.