Precious Child
The flowers sing their song, as they bloom into the Spring..
Their joy spoken, through the colors that they bring!
Fresh from winter's rest, they awaken to be blessed!
Their pilgrimage unceasing, from years put to the test.
Nectar smelling good, to birds and bees and all!
Butterflies so gently flutter, through the grass so green and tall!
The birds join in the laughter, as if not a care in the world....
Little boys rush around but not the little girl.
She stares at all this beauty and overwhelmed she moves her hair?
Mommy come and see, all this wonder everywhere!
Mother takes a breath and beholds the glory certainly abounds...
And the center of its majesty, her little girl.. her eternal crown!
Their joy spoken, through the colors that they bring!
Fresh from winter's rest, they awaken to be blessed!
Their pilgrimage unceasing, from years put to the test.
Nectar smelling good, to birds and bees and all!
Butterflies so gently flutter, through the grass so green and tall!
The birds join in the laughter, as if not a care in the world....
Little boys rush around but not the little girl.
She stares at all this beauty and overwhelmed she moves her hair?
Mommy come and see, all this wonder everywhere!
Mother takes a breath and beholds the glory certainly abounds...
And the center of its majesty, her little girl.. her eternal crown!
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