Blossoms 1970's
Thought I'd like to try my hand
at poems ode's and prose
but my writing is not grand
nor speech much like a rose
all have heard of morning dew
and times etching of the sand
the old mans graying hairs not few
and the beauty of the land
Yes the flowers lovers bring their maids
with time do hang buds down
and the petals always land
eventually on the ground
The buds and babes of spring go forth
to find the summers heat
who with her inequities do scorch
all those who walk earths street
So although I've taken pen in hand
I've nothing much to say
for life has burned it's painful brand
in all the born today
Time does speak of baby's breath
that adorns the rose bouquet
fragile tender leaves of fern
decorate the lovers way
But grasp the flowers
tight in hand
there you'll find this way
thorns who under leaves do stand
were hidden all away
Life comes with precious dreams and truths
to be taken by your hand
and often times the real proof
lives beyond the old thorns brand
Sweeter than the roses
is the breath of Love
and it's own descending
comes down from above
Flowers of many kinds are there
Yet not beauty to compare
to the bud and blossom
the Tree of Love does wear
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