In a quandary am I Which way should I take? I have no reason why For anyone’s sake I should compromise On my heart’s true calling Listening to well-meant advice Is often quite appalling. I’ll take every which way Full of challenges all new Write my own destiny, I pray To my conscience, stay true.
God made flowers probably At the height of His creativity For our viewing pleasure He gave us this treasure. Then He designated Spring All things floral Spring had to bring; Now we wait for Spring’s arrival Going through winter survival.