Blooms of red and yellow
And every colour in between
Sat on a bed of green
And struck the lost eyes
Of those passing by
That beauty on a land so bland
Was a delight to the soul
That caught an accidental glimpse
That beauty in a world so numb
Put there by desperate hands
And a helplessly hopeful heart
Was not serving its job right
The plea had been overlooked
While the blooms were cherished
But maybe, the currents of colours did their job well after all
For what is the purpose of flowers
Other than to produce heavenly enchantment
And hide all that is not