Michael Gale - Torn Withered Flowers.

Flowers in the wind....
Rain falls onto the flowers.
Torn withered flowers in the wind....
Storms inflict bad damage to helpless creatures of God.
Flowers may come and some may go.....
But in the end many by rain's torrents-Will eventually grow to be
beauties to show.
This i have come to see.....This fact is here to forever be.
Butterflies lit unto many one flower.....Showing off God's beautied-this every one and all hour.
Flowers in the wind......Bent over from forced of one fearsome gale.
Always to be new as a renewed beauty so fresh.
Flowers in the wind.....Picked before growth has ended.
Flowers in the wind.....Given to a loved one's heart attatched.
Flowers in the wind.....Hopely not wasted after being picked up and handed.
Flowers in the wind.....Remember that flowers in the wind are given for heart's fondness unrescinded.
Flowers of the rain and win......When given, like a compliment of a wanted affection'ed to win, Just flowers of the wind, Whisper just flowers in the wind. Ssshhhhh! These are peaceful, not of sin-flowers in the wind.

Michael Gale

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