Take my hand and then let us not dally
on the moisture, the roots, and the sod,
as we see how each lily of the valley
sings out to the glory of God.
Let us look close here at the hibiscus,
that is so much more pretty than we;
so why does God make such a big fuss
over little old you and me?
The tulips so rich in their color
give off a most beautiful shine;
though your two lips often look duller,
they're the ones I want closest to mine.
A rose is a rose is a rose,
somebody once pompously said,
but heaven will still fill your own smelly nose
when all the sweet roses are dead.
The showy red live-for-ever flower,
that's loved by the butterflies and bees,
reminds us who see it of our power
to live just as long as we please.
-- by Pete Voelz 2001
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