Flowers are the most beautiful creation of God. Their sight is a joy forever. They are a subject of poetry and no Natural description is complete without reference to flowers. Their beauty is sung by some of the best poets of the world.
They are of various colours and hues. Even the same species of flowers exist in several forms and tinges. They look picturesque and are a thing of beauty. One is lost in the sight of flowers and thinks of that invincible Power which has created them.
The sweet smell of flowers makes the air pleasant to breathe. The scent of flowers is extracted and preserved as perfume. People apply it on their clothes to make them sweet smelling. Water of certain flowers is sprinkled in gatherings.
They are our companions in life as well as in death. They are a sign and symbol of love, sacrifice, regard, reverence, beauty and goodwill. Flowers adorn and enhance the beauty of our gardens, parks, temples, schools, offices, bunglows and rest houses. No human habitation is complete without flowers. Plants and trees full of variegated flowers are a sight to see. Poets are never tired of singing praises of flowers. Says Wordsworth in his famous poem, “Daffodils”-
“For oft when on my couch I lie,
A lover offers flowers to his beloved as a token of his sweet and pure love for her. Women love to hang them in their coiffeurs to look more attractive. Some gentlemen hung them in the button-holes of their coats.
Luv for classic rose😍😍😍
#classic rose
#heartfelt
They are of various colours and hues. Even the same species of flowers exist in several forms and tinges. They look picturesque and are a thing of beauty. One is lost in the sight of flowers and thinks of that invincible Power which has created them.
They are our companions in life as well as in death. They are a sign and symbol of love, sacrifice, regard, reverence, beauty and goodwill. Flowers adorn and enhance the beauty of our gardens, parks, temples, schools, offices, bunglows and rest houses. No human habitation is complete without flowers. Plants and trees full of variegated flowers are a sight to see. Poets are never tired of singing praises of flowers. Says Wordsworth in his famous poem, “Daffodils”-
“For oft when on my couch I lie,
Luv for classic rose😍😍😍
#classic rose
#heartfelt
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