I think I will not be there
To see a flower be less that fair

A flower whose hungry mouth looks up
To see the shining sun above

A flower that grows more than a mile
To open her petals with a smile

In spring, the flower will become
A bee's and insect's lovely home

As the water rains down to meet
The flower's beautiful greet

A flower is the most fair
When there are humans who truely care

Cathy Zhang

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-122/