There is a new leaf
in my garden,
And summer lingers.
It will grow along with me,
Facing the sweltering days,
And the lashing wind.
It will grow along with me,
Waiting for spring,
Our surviver forever.
But it must a lesson
That growing is natural
And going through hard days
Lies in our palms
That always pick up
The choice of our deeds.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
There is a new leaf
in my garden,
And summer lingers.
It will grow along with me,
Facing the sweltering days,
And the lashing wind.
It will grow along with me,
Waiting for spring,
Our surviver forever.
But it must a lesson
That growing is natural
And going through hard days
Lies in our palms
That always pick up
The choice of our deeds.
