Author: Ayaan Bhushan, Class VI F
O My Friend of Friends
My pretty flower.
You help me to blend,
in the season with trend.
When I am sad,
I see you bloom and become glad.
When someone is upset,
I present them a basket of flowers.
Which brings joyous showers.
Your petals are colourful.
Your roots are stout.
Without any work out.
You are a sign of beauty,
A symbol of grace.
Your pride runs strong at a very fast pace.
