It would not matter what flower I use in the picture below because the poem is not really about flowers..
INNOCENCE
HOW INNOCENT IT SEEMS NOW
TO PLAY IN NEW MOWED GRASS
TO TALK ABOUT THE FUTURE
WE’D HOPED WOULD COME TO PASS
BUT LIFE IS LIKE A FLOWERBED
NO FLOWER IS THE SAME
FOR SOME WILL LAST TIL SPRINGTIME
WHILE OTHERS BLOOM AGAIN
BUT SURELY LITTLE TULIPS
BELIEVED THE SKY WAS THEIRS
AS THEY NODDED IN THE DEWDROPS
WITHOUT A MOMENTS CARE
WE ALL APPLAUD THE SPRINGTIME
WITH LIFE THAT STARTS ANEW
IT JUST A CRYING SHAME
SOME DON’T SEE SUMMER THROUGH
PTT May 2009
Thought To Ponder – What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and present thoughts build our life of tomorrow: our life is the creation of our mind – Buddha
Innocent Fascination
I’ve such a fascination
With clouds that skate on by
For they carry all the teardrops
From each person as they cry
They sail them off to heaven
Where souls are in repair
While tugging at the heartstrings
Of everyone who cares
For they move just like the seasons
Dancing around the sun
While waiting for that moment
Of a new life to be become
A gift of life so special
It will not see the clouds
As they rain upon their journey
To give life to all the flowers
PTT Sept 2022
Music On You Tube – The Wind Of Alaska – Alan Jackson Willie Nelson & Shania Twain
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