deep purple is the color, and soft it is so nice
sweet smelling like spring time , to me it doth suffice
my favorite flower, I can not pick, to ruin its delight.
to pick a flower is to pick a soul, straight from out of night
so I will pick a field, running wild, growing at thier own will
just to watch them wave in the air, the beauty doth instill...
in my heart, in my soul, I shall not pick a one..
I cant favor one or another, all have beauty some.