The sun had risen and the day had begun
The flowers too curious thinking about what had to be done
They were all chatting and gossipping around
And stopped suddenly when they heard a bee's sound
Each curious to be the nectar's host
For each flower wanted to have something to boast


I looked at these flowers from my window
They definitely multiplied the beauty of the meadow
I saw a pink one here and a red one here
All moving happily in the cool morning air


There was something about a pansy that had caught my eye
For it seemed to be shy
And was'nt glad
Maybe because it was'nt colourfully clad


The bee,i geuss,being smart
Directly did towards the pansy dart
Seeing this the pansy smiled
The bee,then flew away in style