Friday, July 8, 2011

Graceful Flowers Waving in the Meadow

Beautiful flowers, I love you so much.
You wave in the meadow so gracefully and well.
I love you so much. Your beauty is the day.
Shall I take some of you for my mother?
Or shall I leave you to swing in the meadow?
I know not who shall breed you,
But I do know where you came from.
You came from the skies above.
Goodbye, my dear flowers. The winter has come.
It is time for you to fade. But then come again.
It is like when we die, and we come up again.
Except it’s different with you. You fade again.
I love you in my heart.
You are beautiful and graceful
As you wave in the meadow of your birth.

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