We want to see our flowers grow,
But somehow, don’t suspect
We won’t get buds of love,
When we have watered with
Neglect
We want to see our flowers grow,
But somehow, don’t suspect
We won’t get buds of love,
When we have watered with
Neglect
Crops, like children, do not grow
The same from year to year;
We do our best, but even so,
We watch each one in fear
For all those things that may go wrong:
From slower growth, or faster —
The fear that which we’ve loved so long
Will fall upon disaster —
Yet both are raised because of love:
Of mind, and heart, and soul —
With help that’s often sought above
For all we can’t
Control