Oh' soft and tender flower tell me thy story.

How does thou survive such terror that comes against thee?

They walk on thee and thou rises up time and time again.

When fire and water come thou can not protect thyself.

Yet come thy Spring there thou art basking in thy glory.

Oh soft and tender flower how can such things come to be ?

Is it not a marvelous mystery to a simple soul as mine?

Oh' try as I must - thou will not tell me thy secret of thy beauty or thy strength.

Oh' Soft and tender flower if thou will not tell me thy story.

Then let thy sweet fragrance entice me to love thee as thou be.

Richard Michael Ragnanese



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