Mum is the Daisy, always happy and calm. Dad is the Rose, Fierce and strong with his sharp thorns. My sister is the Daffodil, she glows bright at the sun every morning. And I’m the gardener, I use my humor every day to keep them happy and fresh.
Love is the pleasant smell of the freshly picked flowers,
Not always noticeable but always there Happiness is the tight ribbon that holds life together, Stable and strong
Hate is the brutal thorns on the vibrant rose,
Master of disguise that leaves you scared Success is the blooming of the flowers, It takes every chance, every opportunity to grow
Emotions are the different colors of the flowers,
Scattered throughout the bunch My family is a growing garden filled with Precious colored tulips