Children in the FLower Garden Run Play
THey Gather Joys, the Look of a Petal
It Blooms in their Cries: One for Mother, Wait,
Bends forward at the Altar of Beauty
Plucks Ordinary Weed for its Power
Which is to Say The Child of the Earth
Thinks Only of One Thing at that Moment.
Her Mother so Anxious Waiting for Her.
How She Must be WOndering if I Care.
That Where She Planted Seeds I too have Grown.
A Mother is a FLower of her OWN.
So Says her Own Blossoms so says this Verse.
Over the Walks she will take in this WORLD
She will ALways Listen to your WORD.
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