My Grandma's Flowers

My Grandma’s Flowers My Grandma’s flowers are special, she grows them in her yard, fairies dance on petals while tough gnome’s stand on guard. The blooms are soft and delicate, just like the fairies wing and if you listen closely, you can almost hear them sing. Flowers thirst for sunshine for when the summer’s gone, they all go back to sleep again, don’t seem to stay for long. They magically awake each year where pixies sprinkle seeds, then Grandma’s love and tenderness is all her flowers need.