In modern times, people have sought ways to cultivate and be around flower species, because of their appearance and smell. Around the world, people use flowers for a wide range of events and functions: for wedding; as tokens of love or esteem; decorations within the home; as a gift of remembrance; for funeral; expressions of sympathy for the grieving.
People grow flowers around their homes or buy flowers.
The plant life in the Indian subcontinent is unique in the context of world flora for its richness. It is the second richest in the world after Brazil.
Flowers have charmed Poets too.
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands
with these jasmines, these white jasmines.
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
through the darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road
in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.
Many a glad day has come in my life,
and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.
On grey mornings of rain
I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of
BAKULAS woven by the hand of love.
Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines
that filled my hands when I was a child.
'Tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes!
-William Wordsworth, "Lines Written in Early Spring," Lyrical Ballads, 1798
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
-William Wordsworth, "I wandered Lonely as a Cloud," 1804
Tropical Flowers - Introduction