They are not tall and stately,
Or even very rare,
But the variety of colours
Just makes me stop and stare,
From palest cream to golden,
These are innocent I feel,
Their shade is reminiscent
Of a baby's wide appeal,
Their purple shades, so regal,
Like rich velvet they appear,
Or the perky little rust one,
Announcing Spring is here!
The pink, I feel are happy
And the red, a precious stone,
Such a truly glowing picture,
Grouped together, or alone,
I'm sure you've guessed already,
That this variety of hues,
Is the small but lovely Primula,
Now! Which colour shall I choose?