At the crack of dawn I rise like others do,
to a work I find to be honest and true.
I till the soil and go to work with a grin,
Holding the stems of flowers and their pedal like skin.
the scent in the air bring the joy to my heart,
The seeing of love it brings from every days start.
I am at ease with each living flower,
and hold true to their magnificent power.
A feeling of peace and love unfortold,
and the soft hunger of a mate wanting to be bold.
A show of affection that plays its due course in life,
and some how manages to heal all strife.
Weather it be a carnation or soft-spoken rose,
it is the receiver's face that will always glow.
For this has made me the person I am proud to be,
for the flowers of life have surely set me free.
