Because it serve a lot, as I was told.
Some say that they are more precious than gold,
That is why they are always being sold.
As part of our lives, it takes a hold.
Flowers are part of our lives,
From courtship to death it hives.
It put a smile to a lovely lady
Or just help the crowd to be giddy!
Flowers share our happiness and sorrows,
And sometimes, it help us grow.
It witness the vows of “till death do us part”
It mourns when finally death tears them apart.