Without Words

Flowers have a lot to say

In their unspoken, scented way.

For happy times that warm the heart Their pleasing beauty plays its part. And even in our sorrows, they

Bring light into our darkest day.

In formal beds or wild unrest

They look, wherever, at their best. If tended, or just left to grow,

It’s more than joy that they bestow. Whilst we, at times, leave things unsaid, They speak what’s in our hearts instead.

John Darley.