Flower Garden

As I felt the soft silky petals dripping to the ground,

This is the only place which is not out of bounds.

Its emerald hair flies through the air.

Making swishing sounds, just to be found.

Its floral sweetness wafting through the air,

As if it’s trying to be fair.

It pours its pollen all over me like a jug,

And never gets a blood sucking bug. 

And as I go to bed, it looks at me,

And says “I will always be your friend”.