"Flower"

 

Love her in the morning when the sun comes shining through the rolling haze

Love her in the evening when the sky turns purple covers up the sun's last rays

And in the in between times, we'll be sweetly dancing to the rythm of the love we make

 

Love her in the afternoon when the apple tree offers up it's body for climbing and its branches for a little shade

Love her in the dead of night when the bats and the crickets are the only ones awake

And in the in between times, we'll be sweetly dancing to the rythm of the love we make

 

Your soul is a flower

That grows by the hour

Her body has the power

To give LIFE