Flowers

Where the flowers bow across my lap

And leaves grasp the willows tears

Where the stars cling to the unforgiving sky

And the breeze steals the breath of the weak

Where silence covers everything like a blanket

And deep waters hold sweet secrets

Where darkness takes those who have lost their way

And time forgets those it once held dear

Where early morning birds chirp and chatter

And mockingbirds rehearse those songs so sweet

Where mothers hold their children tight

And sing to them sleepy lullabies

Where warm, soft heartbeats echo and reside

And children dream like innocent lambs

Where the warm spring air softly touches a cheek

And the winter makes it all a faded memory

Where the flowers bow across my lap

And leaves grasp the willows tears

Where it once was in the distant past

And is back again in the near future