every day god creates a new paradise

in the spring i dug the earth
i designed my garden
a miracle a new birth
we planted our rosses
and positioned our trees
you gave the farmer
grain sunshine and rain
but lord in september october
im in most pain
because your gift of life dies
and withers away
untill next year im delighted to say
you will create another
miracle
majesty youll remain
to day tomorrow and
aways the same
a life with out pain

alibali