Pink Once Again

Here in a garden of flowers you see, Beneath the shades of a flamboyant tree, Two pillows in love, and facing each other, Placed for grandfather and grandmother, Pink flowered flamboyant not the only tree, Flamboyant in many colors you see, Some red some orange a rainbow in fact, A painting by nature and an art abstract, Trees are a write by a pen and an ink, Who were two lovers I still think, Why children have opted for the pink? It's so easy I can guess I can think, The couple so annoyed of the growing age, Finding themselves confined in a cage, Always wished to become a child, So cute, so soft, innocent and mild, And the grandparents when joined their plays, They played like a child and defeated always, Children realized they are pink once again, And beneath pink flowers they should rest, For revival of infancy they need a nest. (With thanks to internet……………..Pink, a delicate color that means sweet, nice, playful, cute, romantic, charming, feminine, and tenderness, is associated with bubble gum, flowers, babies, little girls, cotton candy, and sweetness. The color pink is the color of universal love of oneself and of others.)