when I see a flower
I want to pick its roots
for I want to share
the beauty with you
my, oh my
every petal leads me to you
the wind whispers
a name that is yours
What I want to hold forever
just slips my grip
soars high above
never to touch the ground
something so pure
is something untouched
the adventure is waiting
to give or give up
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
when I see a flower
I want to pick its roots
for I want to share
the beauty with you
my, oh my
every petal leads me to you
the wind whispers
a name that is yours
What I want to hold forever
just slips my grip
soars high above
never to touch the ground
something so pure
is something untouched
the adventure is waiting
to give or give up
