Sweet little flower
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read
For now the rain has been and gone,
its drops remain, jewelled tears have shone.
A rose appears upon the earth,
its beauty rises, given new birth.
Raise your head, sweet, little flower,
the time has come, it is the hour.
Look down no more towards the dirt,
let go sweet friend of all the hurt.
I know it threatened to destroy
your little petals; you bring me joy.
Stop little flower, cease trying so hard,
it’s you I long for, yes you I regard.
Come offer me the fragrance of
your heavenly perfume, a gift from above.
It’s you sweet flower, it’s you I love.
