A Fresh flower Blue

It's a fresh flower blue.

I wrap it in a sheet

I love it's scent, it's hues.

It sips the mist, the dew.

And leaves an odor, a treat

It's a fresh flower blue 

It's pets, the bees and crew

They meet, they greet, they eat 

I love it's scent, it's hues

From dawn to dusk, they woo

And bask in rain and heat.

It's a fresh flower blue

There's a flower for you,

And me.A treat! 

I love it's scent, it's hues 

The day I say adeiu,

I send you one so sweet

It's a fresh flower blue

I love it's scent, i t's hues! 

- By Agatha Lai

Although this poem is not by me, I love the descriptive language, and whenever I see this blue flower in the spring day's loamy smell, it makes me think of this lovely poem, and I rejoice.