The Soil
I had this old potted flower just sitting there on the window sill
And with each passing day and hour it was none the better still
Half dead it never really seemed alive with only a few leaves left
Where what once had thrived was some how taken like a common theft
So sad did it seem to be slowly wilting away right in front of my eyes
It's beauty I could no longer even see no matter how hard one tries
And with everything that I tried nothing ever seemed to work
So I sat there and sighed thinking what happened to all that perk
As a last ditch resort I decided to replant it with some new soil
And using just a little effort with this meager job I began to toil
Putting it back up in the window just to allow it to come to rest
And now at least I would know that I had tried my very best
The next day as I entered the room something seemed different
I noticed this little baby bloom and it had such a fragrant scent
And in the following days I really couldn't believe what I saw
That plant began to amaze, one of the prettier one's that I ever saw
And so it is with our Children for they are all planted somewhere
You remember way back then as everyone has once been there
So if the blooms always spoil and they just don't seem to grow
Put them in the proper soil and their beauty will certainly show
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