The Ghosts of Flowers Past
The Dreams of Flowers to Come
We make our Flowers last
Until the Spring’s Welcome

For some they’re meaningless
Full of meaning for some
For some for Happiness
This is the minimum

A Flower gives one Hope
As for a Bird a crumb
Gives to its life new scope
When ice has made it numb

Yes, Beauty lives Forever
Within Man’s Heart and Soul
Deem nothing useless ever
We are parts of One Whole

( ASA )