A flower is a lovesome thing.
A luscious living lovesome thing.
A daffodil, a rose, no matter where it grows is such a lovely lovesome thing.
A flower is the heart of spring that makes the rolling hills sad sing.
The gentle winds that blow, blow gently for they know a flower is a lovesome thing.
Playing in the breeze.
Swaying with the trees.
In the silent night or in the morning light.
Such a miracle...
Azaleas drinking pale moonbeams.
Gardenias jumping through daydreams.
Wherever it may grow no matter where you go,
A flower is a lovesome thing...
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