Flowers are Flowers

With Spring coming on...*cough*...I had the inspiration to write another poem. A flowery one. I love flowers. And I hope that this is decent...

I have some flowers upon my window-sill,

The yellow and white contrast so lightly

You would hardly notice that they differ at all,

Yet one is purity, and the other is frivolity

One is large and golden, the other snowy and small.

The sundrops we call daffodils are basking

In the sunlight they reflect - or do they give sunlight

Of their own? Some things I cannot say.

The white blossoms are so pure and fragrant.

Both flowers are better suited to the day.

But they are the only flowers I have for now,

The first of the Springtime greenery.

They give me no reason to complain

Flowers are flowers, I tell myself again,

And my worship of them I would never feign.