My Tumble weed

Written by: James Peranteau

Oh how the love of this earth
has filled mine heart with joy,
and how sad it is to know that,
my life will soon;
all together end

…and she asked;
“My dear friend, why so soon?”

“My precious flower, my tumble weed”,
I quickly did reply;
“A hundred years, even two, would never
do, 
you see…
I have ‘lil Noah,
Butter Cups,
and sundry rainbows 
which I have never seen

Adding up my fingers and toes
was hard enough to do

And now my precious flower,
my tumble weed…
I 
have
you”