Buttercup and celandine,
Thrust upwards through the soil.
Tempted by the warm sunshine,
To join the bright trefoil.
These flowers of spring beneath the feet,
Are glorious blooms to view.
Their gentle faces tilt up and greet,
The dawn of each day, new.
Under the trees they're shaded,
From the summer's burning heat.
In splendour they are paraded,
To make the meadows sweet.
So frail and delicate they seem
But their strength is hidden away.
A beautiful creation so supreme,
They hold you in their sway.
How these small plants lift spirits high,
They are a delightful sight.
A pleasure sent to charm the eye,
And such memories to invite.
Ernestine Northover
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-delightful-sight/
