red, purlple, pink, orange
a million shades they bow
twist, turn, spiral, twirl, swirl,
out of nature's blessed hands to
liven up this realm an inspiration
to dancers to tap the talents in their system
for the steps to take audience's heart
the way bees and butterflies
extract heaven's juices from their
folds that always springs a frenzied
fluttering dance of estacsy

john tiong chunghoo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-are-teachers/