Flowers

1

The flowers are silent in their bloom
Without a sorrow or a tomb
Enjoying homes by all so dear
The summer months of every year.

2

Winds are its suitors, and they play
Music all the summer day
Round its beauty and its breath
That never hears the voice of death.

3

They are the pearls of earth and air
And meet with friendship every where
The scripture truths of every soil
Field flowers that neither spin nor toil.

4

The flower is silent in its bloom
Without a sorrow or a tomb
Enjoying sunshine, winds and showers
Silence is the life of flowers.
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