There is a tiny
Little flower
That returns
Every year
After the deep frost
Is gone.
She grows back strong
And adorns this place
With its sweet smells
And just for few months
She mades the garden
Her home...
Then winter comes
And that flower
Once again is gone
Her name if you ask me
Is love...sweet love...
Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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