She was a flower with a graceful soul
Filled with passion and dreams…
| A SENSITIVE PLANT in a garden grew, | |
| And the young winds fed it with silver dew, | |
| And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, | |
| And closed them beneath the kisses of night. | |
| And the spring arose on the garden fair, | 5 |
| Like the spirit of love felt everywhere; | |
| And each flower and herb on earth’s dark breast | |
| Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. |

