With every compassionate tear
fallen down, a little flower grows
with every tear that’s been
kept inside, a little flower falls
with every smile on someone’s face
a little flower lives
with
every word
unkindly
spoken
a flower loses a leaf
with
every gift
and sign
of support
a flower wants to rise
with
lack of
love
or faith
in one
a flower
surely
dies
As you’re the gardener on this Earth
and you reap what you sow
remember on your
path of life:
flowers were meant to grow