Her nose knew this smell. The people. The men. Men. Men took the trees. Men made them hot and orange. Men would touch the trees to make them glow in the night. The trees began a new life that filled ... [+]
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.