Diana, my beautiful flower, I see you’re growing up,
Petals unfolding, like a work of art, in a world that’s rough,
Flowers are prone to pests, that seek to harm and destroy,
But they also attract love, in the warm light of a sunny day.
Just like the flowers, in grandma’s garden so fair,
You’ll face brutality, and genuine love, beyond compare,
Boys with sweet words, and men with gifts so fine,
Will try to win your heart, with treasures that shine.
But beware, my dear, of those who bring only pain,
And hide their true intentions, behind a mask of gain,
For like the pests, they’ll seek to suck the life from your bloom,
And leave you wilted, and fragile, in the dark of the room.
Yet, just as the flowers, in grandma’s garden so bright,
You’ll also attract love, that’s pure, and true, and light,
From humans and animals, who’ll cherish and adore,
Your beauty, inside and out, forevermore.
So take in the brutality, and take in the love,
Like the flowers, that bend, but never rise above,
For in the garden of life, you’ll find your own way,
To bloom, and flourish, come what may.
And when the storms come, and the winds start to blow,
And the pests of doubt, and fear, begin to show,
Just remember, my dear, you’re a flower, so strong,
With roots that run deep, and a spirit that can’t be wrong.
So stand tall, my Diana, and let your beauty shine,
Like the flowers, in grandma’s garden, so divine,
For you are a bloom, of pure delight,
A treasure, so precious, in the dark of night.Title: “The Resilience of Diana’s Bloom”
Diana, my beautiful flower, I see you’re growing up,
Petals unfolding, like a work of art, in a world that’s rough,
Flowers are prone to pests, that seek to harm and destroy,
But they also attract love, in the warm light of a sunny day.
Just like the flowers, in grandma’s garden so fair,
You’ll face brutality, and genuine love, beyond compare,
Boys with sweet words, and men with gifts so fine,
Will try to win your heart, with treasures that shine.
But beware, my dear, of those who bring only pain,
And hide their true intentions, behind a mask of gain,
For like the pests, they’ll seek to suck the life from your bloom,
And leave you wilted, and fragile, in the dark of the room.
Yet, just as the flowers, in grandma’s garden so bright,
You’ll also attract love, that’s pure, and true, and light,
From humans and animals, who’ll cherish and adore,
Your beauty, inside and out, forevermore.
So take in the brutality, and take in the love,
Like the flowers, that bend, but never rise above,
For in the garden of life, you’ll find your own way,
To bloom, and flourish, come what may.
And when the storms come, and the winds start to blow,
And the pests of doubt, and fear, begin to show,
Just remember, my dear, you’re a flower, so strong,
With roots that run deep, and a spirit that can’t be wrong.
So stand tall, my Diana, and let your beauty shine,
Like the flowers, in grandma’s garden, so divine,
For you are a bloom, of pure delight,
A treasure, so precious, in the dark of night.
