What Do We Have? Poem by gnrao rao

Flowers you call us,
we have different colours.
We have sometime no
fragrance,
In some we have too much
Sweet smell.
Fruits, you call us,
We have skins.
you peel us off,
You have the flesh
or Paste or juice.
Water you call us,
We are transparent.
We have no taste.
Mountains you call us,
We are very big in sizes,
We get you rain,
When the dark clouds
Dash against us.
Ores you call us,
We are under the earth.
Rocks you call us,
You cut and carve
Statues out of us.
Iron you call us,
You make cars and weapons
out of us.
Cotton, you call us
You make yarn and
cloth out of us.
We are all useful
in one way or the other.
But you man,
In what way you are
useful to anyone? ? ?