Here Bloom The Flowers

Every day I see the golden rays titillating the partly open dreaming eyes. The virgins open a little, show a glimpse of their colors, keeping fragrance intact, with a mild inviting smile go back in the land of dreams. But the sun with his infinite naughty hands slowly and silently slips down. Removes their green night gown so slowly that the buds are not disturbed, but their dreams are now changed. They had been playing with the pleasant moonlight entering in their whole and giving silky gentle touches. So shy were these buds that the friendly clouds arrested the moon and put him in a lockup. But the moon has millions of friends the twinkling protesters can shake anything the army of clouds got the moon free. But who can stop the sun? The dawn comes at last, the night of romantic dreams comes to an end. Here starts the day of life. You'll have to spring in a flower. You'll have to expose your colors. You'll have to spray your scent in the garden. The beauty must spread all over the earth. Honey bees and butterflies all enchanted in love, are waiting for you in the dress of petals. And lo! Here bloom the flowers with colors and scents of love.