Such beauty there is in a field of wild flowers…..I’m sure the ‘flowers’ even sense it.
My Little Flower Girl
I saw a flower in the grass
standing over there
and oh, what pretty eyes, she had,
and oh, what pretty hair.
There were flowers everywhere
as far as I could see
but none as pretty as the one
that captivated me.
The twinkle in her petal eyes
as bright as diamonds rare.
The smile upon her petal face
something more than fair.
But oh, the pain to have to stand
and watch her every day,
to know someone will pick her up
and take her far away.
If only I’d been a flower seed
and planted by her side.
Would I’d seen her beauty or in
my blindness would it hide?
Her innocence makes me want to cry
but how happy she makes me feel.
She’s fresher than the freshest wind;
she’s something more than real.
But there’ll come a day when the trees are bent
and the leaves are all in a whirl.
I’ll say good-bye to her pretty smile
and the dream of my little flower girl.