Lorna

Little Tiny White Things

All the flowers of Spring

All the little white things

Some grow here and some far

But wherever they are

They sing to our hearts in the mornings

 

Artists may flourish

And gardeners may nourish

But they charm as they relish

The sun and they cherish

Their freedom

 

Their little lives short

They won\'t come to naught

Sing their songs and their praise

As they cover our graves

When the time comes