The human body
Is like a daffodil
It needs love
And a lot of will.
The stem itself
Is like the vein
Takes all the goodness
From the ground and rain.
The trumpet stands
So bold and proud
Like human beings
Within a crowd.
The growth depends
With strength within
Like a daffodil
And the soil it's in.
The colour not seen
Until the spring
Like a matured body
With love within.
Written by David Boyce
09 April 2009
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