Oh, beautiful little purple flower,

You’re as lucky as a four leafed clover.

You’re sitting all quiet in a cozy place,

Outside in the garden with the soft snow’s embrace.



I wonder why you sit in the place just so,

And you never noticed me and said hello.

All around you, little butterflies flutter,

Still, even a word you don’t utter!



I’m so curious, O flower,

About are you normal or you have a superpower.

But your light petal furls make me feel pleasant,

And you always keep spreading your heavenly scent.



I hope one day you will talk to me,

I will always wait and see.

So, I want to ask you, little flower,

Will you talk to me and be my friend forever?
© Jessica Kiite