Precious Life
A flower is as precious as life,
It smells, soft petals, soft and kind,
Their bloom is in full colour,
Seeds blowing in the wind,
Colours red, pinks and yellows,
Buttercups, daises, roses,
Like life they seem to mellow,
Soon to wither and die,
Next spring full of joy,
Standing to be admired,
Heads reaching the sky,
Tall and proud to be a flower in the crowd,
Petals feeling the suns warm rays,
Buds touched by the hand of god,
Sometimes we feel his kiss by the wind,
Some days……..
If we are happy, kind and true,
Like a flower we have our fame,
In the end of time,
We bloom in heaven.
It smells, soft petals, soft and kind,
Their bloom is in full colour,
Seeds blowing in the wind,
Colours red, pinks and yellows,
Buttercups, daises, roses,
Like life they seem to mellow,
Soon to wither and die,
Next spring full of joy,
Standing to be admired,
Heads reaching the sky,
Tall and proud to be a flower in the crowd,
Petals feeling the suns warm rays,
Buds touched by the hand of god,
Sometimes we feel his kiss by the wind,
Some days……..
If we are happy, kind and true,
Like a flower we have our fame,
In the end of time,
We bloom in heaven.