Roses and Carnations
My Grandma had a golden hands
She planted flowers and gardens
In the front yard even at the neighbors
Red yellow orange violet
White purple roses and carnations
With such elegance she professed
The fragrance aromatic
Roses and carnation
Oh! such an array of beautiful fluorescence
Of God banquet grandeur planted
Flowers I miss the rain that's showers planted
In the ground by my grandma's hand
She kneeled down blossoms of sweet nectar
Radiant pedals putting my eyes in a trance
All the joy my nose cry for more of the fragrance
Blossoms of sweet nectar so radiant paddles
Putting my eyes in a trance wonderful smells making my nose want to dance Smile as they fly in and out deliciously sucking the nectar from the plant
I'm in such radiation caught blowing up trapped in the fragrance of
roses and carnations
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