Billie scuffed her flip flops through the dry needles scattered over the Christmas tree lot. Pine scent filled the air. But it felt too hot for Christmas.
"How about this one?" Her mom turned a
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From your soft pink cheeks,
rose gardens will bloom
and from the blue in your eyes,
bodies of water will rise,
From your shimmering silver jewelry,
stars will light the night sky
and from the warmth your soul brings,
spring will teach the birds to sing.
You walked in beauty, a wonderous sight,
And you will rise again in perfect light.
rose gardens will bloom
and from the blue in your eyes,
bodies of water will rise,
From your shimmering silver jewelry,
stars will light the night sky
and from the warmth your soul brings,
spring will teach the birds to sing.
You walked in beauty, a wonderous sight,
And you will rise again in perfect light.