Putting them where they belong
As these hands lay here tonight Just got to know everything be alright You know I have been writing all along, Maybe now its best to put them where they belong. I am Green long and slender,I like to be seen Love me tender. When you touch leafs turn yellow. They return where they were born, Then they produce thorn. Pieces of its past Fallen petals Land then settles and wait for it another flourishes and rise Seen with your own eyes Guaranteed to win first prize.