Tree is living yet
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday, – The tree is living yet.
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday, – The tree is living yet.
Once a storm came and fallen down all trees, but couldn’t apart a butterfly from a rose. Nature asked whats magic behind this? Butterfly said, ‘We are friends! ‘
You can fall from a mountain; You can fall from a tree; But the best way to fall is to fall in love with me!
Think of the flowers, the birds and the bees, Think of the friends that you have, Think of the fact that we are younger than trees. Think of the life that you have.