Morning Of Spring

Don't bruise the flowers that smell very sweet
Handle them gently while touching their leaves
Enjoy all their beauty your eyes can behold
For tomorrow the flowers will start to grow old
Don't be saddened as they bow to the ground
Most everything living must lay its head down
Long in the Summer the plant goes away
Death of the flowers for life they must pay
Asleep in a bed sowed for a long winters rest
Are waiting new seeds for the good Lord to bless
Touched by the warmth that the sunshine will bring
The flowers will wake in the morning of spring

(01/07/2014)