by Cantinker Moss
There is a flower
And a flower asks no questions.
It welcomes most graciously all
That nourish it
And cherish it
And leave it to bloom
Never too late or too soon
For all to marvel
At why this should be.
cm
by Cantinker Moss
There is a flower
And a flower asks no questions.
It welcomes most graciously all
That nourish it
And cherish it
And leave it to bloom
Never too late or too soon
For all to marvel
At why this should be.
cm