When flowers speak
Covered in flowers, she comes to me,
Day and night in vain drowning the night,
Colorful as bright the purest light,
Giving peace within, sets me free.
No matter how the weather, it will shine,
No matter how the flowers grow,
No matter how fierce the winds may blow,
No matter how the stars shall align.
The way it is, is the way it shall be,
Handled with care and love from above,
And all shall bend, humbled at the knee.
When the sun sets and reigns from above,
Flowers, animals, sky and stars remind,
All is a memoir of peace divine.
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