I have some flowers upon my window-sill, <br />The yellow and white contrast so lightly <br />You would hardly notice that they differ at all, <br />Yet one is purity, and the other is frivolity <br />One is large and golden, the other snowy and small. <br /> <br />The sundrops we call daffodils are basking <br />In the sunlight they reflect - or do they give sunlight <br />Of their own? Some things I cannot say. <br />And the white blossoms are so pure and fragrant, <br />Both flowers are so better suited to the day. <br /> <br />But they are the only flowers I have for now, <br />The first of the Springtime greenery. <br />They give me no reason to complain <br />Flowers are flowers, I tell myself again, <br />And my worship of them I would never feign.<br /><br />Josephine J.W<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-are-flowers/
