The Song Of The Peony.

• Willow Whelan, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2020

Pansy, Poppy, Petunia you're too bright for me.
Is there not a paler flower for P?
Now it has been said,
Peony lifts her head.
With a sweet scent to greet the sun,
You, me and everyone.
Pale petals of pink, white and red-
Clustered for all to see on your pretty flower head.
Beautiful Peony now I see,
You're the perfect flower for me.