Willow wilt thy wilt on thee?
No...but the rose wilt you see.
Why doest my lovely roses die?
T'was designed to by the man in the sky.
Why doest my cherry trees lose their blooms?
T'was designed that way to give you fruit.
My lovely lillies you go so fast.
Yes indeed...same as in years past.
Oh iris of many colours,perhaps I'll get
a glimpse of you tomorrow.
Twill be up to the weather...
If my gladiolus wilt burst color down
their stalk as a feather.
Oh lovely ones...you are so beautiful to me,
Nevertheless;my pretty petunias shalt remain
for many months...lovely to see,
Patiently I'll wait for thee;
Until thy beauty comes again...
Specially designed by the masters' hand.
Written By ;Linda Begley
copyright 2003
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