O wild flowers! of spring season,
I envy your vivd colours;
I envy your vibrant nature,
And i envy your unyielding eccentric stature,
Your beauty cannot be out reasoned.
Fluttering you mingle with sky,
plucking you from you habitat;
and putting in a vase is a crime,
you are featherbed to cold hard earth,
you are the smile to an old man,
you are chirp to song of bird…
And and you are an ode to love.