Flower Fight

Once long ago,
In granny's garden near the sea,
I heard the flowers arguing,
As we sat down  to tea.

The roses were obnoxious,
Boasting their beauty was the best,
"We are the queens of the garden,
"Far more lovely than the rest."

The tulips, they all scoffed,
"We are prettier than you,
"For we come in many more colors,
In every imaginable hue."

"The lilies of the valley,
Bragged "We are the pride of Easter Day,"
"We tower over all of you"
I heard the sunflowers say.

Then the other flowers got in on it,
Saying they were the bloom to beat,
They kept it up the whole day long,
Beneath the summer heat.

The little daises kept silent,
Refused to join the fight,
And they kept their quiet peace,
Till the day turned into night.

When the sun set for a needed rest,
And the moon lit up the sky,
The daises had had enough,
And they began to cry.

"My friends," said the biggest one,
 "Mother Earth loves each one,
She made us out of her love and care,
"Please do not ruin what she has done."

"We all make the garden beautiful,
This fighting is such a shame,
Imagine how boring it would be,
If we were all the same."