midi ~ Wind Beneath My Wings

My friends are like my garden
I tend to them with care
Each flower has a different face
That blooms with beauty fair

The Daisy's tender manner
And precious heart of gold
Is always there to bring to me
It's Sunshine to behold

The Rose with all it's beauty
And elegance so rare
Is always unassuming,
Giving friendship I hold dear

I dare not forget the Thistle,
Who's prickly branches sting
And yet behind that thorny branch
An inner beauty reigns.

My garden grows within my heart
I hold it very dear
My friends are like my garden
And I tend to them with care

verse by Shari ©

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