Alphabets in poetry (seven)

“Flowers thar be in the fields, at least until this summer season ends” Gun Roswell

W is for pretty white flowery things
Which in the warm summer wind sing
Swaying gently in the rhythm of the tune
Watchers young and old alike star to swoon
Flowers growing in the garden
Flowers on the side of the streets
White mixed with a lot of green
Nature giving us a artistic showing