The Flower’s Holding
God gives the flowers
Something to hold every day,
Some days, it’s the tears of mothers.
Sometimes, it’s the years that men call failures.
Sometimes, it’s the fragrance of lost words.
Sometimes, it is part of the symphony
God lets it come to tune
In the heart of little flowers.
Sometimes, it’s the dreams
For sleepy children’s eyes.
God knows the flowers
Will make them heaven-wise.
Sometimes, it’s just a song of blue.
Sometimes, it’s just a thought of you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY B E I Z Y !!!
Have a wonderful day full of joy and love!
I wish you all the best - Julchen