I am planted beneath you
watch me grow
Whisper me good morning
and goodnight my love
just so my tender heart will know...
But I'm trembling in the frozen
unprotected, hardened ground
and as my fragile petals struggle to bloom
the harsh winter pulls them away
Will you carelessly tread
upon my faded, wilted hope
or will you pause thoughtfully
finding me again in the spring
Oh, look down and feel the soft rain
forgiving memories on your flesh
Cup your gentle, giving hands
and water me back to life
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