The sweet smell
Flowers
The sweet smell of flowers
Lies in the wet dewy grass
Upon they wake of the dawn
Of the day
From dawn to dust they
Smell of sweet lust
In the wild flowers of the
Meadows
There seeds for to all fly
In our children eyes go
By to play in the blue sky
Like a helpness bird in her
Nest
Nature’s way saying it was the
best
Upon my granny is very old
With the bud of the sweet grow
Laying low in the spring snow
To rise up the sweet flower's we
All like to show
