Poem of the week - Blooms

Floret: Precious Jewel Thou Art

They share our world, content to give, wanting little in return.  

They are our constant friends for life.
We indulge in their fragrance; marvel at their beauty, and drink of their radiance.  

They seduce us, stirring emotions of happiness, and we exalt in the sheer pleasure of all they give. Moana Grace

In the Language of Flowers 

There is a language, little known, 

Lovers claim it as their own. 

Its symbols smile upon the land, 

Wrought by nature’s wondrous hand; 

And in their silent beauty speak, 

Of life and joy, to those who seek 

For Love Divine and sunny hours 

In the language of the flowers.

 – The Language of Flowers, London, 1875