The birds, and bees, the flowers and trees all have a part in the making of spring.
I wish I had the power,
To tell each and every flower.
How to open every hour,
And the clouds to make rain to help the plants grow.
But only God has the power,
To tell each and every flower
How to open every hour,
And the clouds to make rain,
That helps the plants grow.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty Of The Night And Other Poems
PoesiePoetry that I wrote myself, Weaved in my mind. That no one else saw, For it was late when the inspiration came . But now there's more than just three, There here for you to read. And I hope that, You enjoy them all.
