When I look around for flowers,

The Bougainville’s surely around;

In all weathers you smile,

So ubiquitously you fill the ground!

Vines -bushes and hedges you form,

so many ways you ornate my lawn;

Red magenta white and yellow,

So simple hues you always don!

Come rains and a gentle breeze,

The garden blooms with colors galore;

Dahlia’s and daffodils –orchids and tulips,

And they are so many, and much more!!

But in summers with harsh sunny days,

When hot dry winds blow misery on earth;

Bougainville’s still flower aplenty,

Withered n dry but yet no dearth!

Man is naive n foolish as ever,

Not to revel in your grace;

In his bouquets garlands and vases,

You don’t find a worthy place…