Hiya Aidasani, Class IX A
My father is a yellow man,
With the lightest touch fly, he can.
My mother is a steady one,
With habits which are like none.
I grow on a green cottage,
I don’t have a lot of baggage,
I am covered with a green coat, when I am small,
This disappears when I grow tall.
I love the spring season,
No matter what might be the reason.
I appeared on earth a million years ago,
Many companies have me as their logo.
I am used as a decorative item,
You can pin me on your hair and tighten.
I am a symbol of love and pride,
Bees and butterflies take my ride.
I am attractive and beautiful,
You can pluck me a pocketful.
You must have guessed who I am,
I am a flower, right ma’am?
