The bouquet of flowers

The daffodils
They make many exiting sparks exploding all at once
Explaining the chaos of my world

The roses
They come out every once in a while
And bloom in my garden
The petals are delicate; velvety sheen

The drooping black irises
They are very rare
But when it comes in full depression
The dark sad leaves turn angry and wrinkled

The happy golden sunflower smiles throughout the day
When one shrivels and dies, there is always one to take its place
The yellow petals hide the dark center.