Gods flowering Paradise
Oh the flower when it grows,
It blossoms then it goes,
Leaves behind just happiness,
And fruit to eat,
Sometimes sour, sometimes sweet,
Freely it shares,
All it has to give,
So we, can live,
Does not fight, for who might take,
All she has, or is,
Always, freely shares her bliss,
Inspires poets verse,
Lovers reach to her for cheer,
Or birthday gift for someone near,
Not, a memory ever spoiled,
Not, ever broke a heart,
Not, once a war she’d start,
Despite her beauty and her gifts,
Not ego stirs her to desire,
To reach nirvana or much higher,
Philosophy, she has not learned,
We should pray to be like her,
To be beautiful, good, and share,
Blue and yellow, gold, and brown,
A wreath of nations we could weave,
Where only goodness we bequeath.
Oh the flower when it grows,
It blossoms then it goes,
Leaves behind just happiness,
And fruit to eat,
Beautiful words Jasmin
Thanks
Tuchy
Georg
"A wreath of nations we could weave,
Where only goodness we bequeath."
Wonderful summary we should think more about!! This is a deffinate KEEPER, dear friend!!
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke
To be beautiful, good, and share
Amen, my friend, Amen!
Be always safe,
Karen