Gardener, Please

That flower growing wild and free
Often changes against the wind’s direction
Pulling out pedals from the center of God
That flower holds a special power
From the tallest willow tree on the hill
To the vines growing in the cracks on the walls
Nature prevails
Through God’s sticky hands
As the Earthly kingdom falls
Please God send more flowers
Growing wild and free
On the brisk of rebellion
The Earth begs for a positive revolution
Step in and grab the Universe’s hands
She waits for all the merriest of company
The negative voices being denied access
She waits at the Heavenly gates
Where that wild and free flower points
Showing real life ecstasy
Of that flower forever growing wild and free
On the brisk of rebellion

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