Kevin Michael Bloor

The Sweetest Thing

Majestic is the royal rose

And lovely is the lily

The Daisy\'s a delight that grows

Upon the land so hilly


A tulip field\'s a sunset gold

Poor poppies\' hearts are bleeding

The orchid is for luck, we\'re told.

A weed, no one is needing!


The lotus is the Buddha\'s bloom

For love and peace is praying

It thrives among the grime and gloom

In sacred breezes swaying


The heather on the heath beguiles

Blithe Buttercups have beauty

The snowdrop in the snow, she smiles

But only out of duty


We leave it to the sweetest thing:

The violet, fresh from sleeping

To sing to us the song of spring

With joy to end all weeping