Every Flower,
Has its own appointed hour.
The words you utter in secret,
Are heard upon God's ear.
Plant it in your mind's eye,
And nurture it in your heart's fire.
The signs will be soon to follow,
Bridging you to your desire.
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 2:20 AM UTC
Every Flower,
Has its own appointed hour.
The words you utter in secret,
Are heard upon God's ear.
Plant it in your mind's eye,
And nurture it in your heart's fire.
The signs will be soon to follow,
Bridging you to your desire.