By: Leo Lawton
March 19, 2022
Sometimes, when the mist is on the meadow,
and dew has fallen gently on the land,
I see wildflowers suckling on the moisture,
and wonder, how did this get so planned.
What plot of life could see each little detail,
and tend to it before it was too late.
Every flower needs some moisture sometimes,
who keeps track of what shall be its fate.
Love is very often like the flower,
it needs a little caring just to be.
I wonder if somewhere in this master plan,
there can be someone who cares for me?
That watches what I need and when I need it,
and strives to ease my life along its way?
That’s always there, when I really need them,
whether it be night, or light of day?
Into each life, there comes but just one true love,
nurture it, and on you let it feed.
For like the wildflowers in the meadow, love will be the moisture that you need