THE FLOWERS SPEAK 



E have our thoughts like human folks, 



We blossom bright and gay, 

 That with our beauty and perfume 



Your loving care repay, 

 We grow to know the gentle hands 



That water us with care, 

 And kill the worms and bugs that prey 



Upon our petals fair. 



HE smallest babe can understand 



The language that we speak — 

 The oldest language in the world, 



Love's truest, quaint and meek. 

 There is a soul in every leaf 



That drinks the silver dew. 

 Each stamen is a tongue that frames 



Sweet sentences to you. 



E are your playmates, never cross. 



Contrary, tired, or sad, 

 But dancing with the butterflies 



And bees and breezes glad. 

 Full many a melancholy hour 



Our loveliness beguiles, 

 And oh! what would you do without 



The brightness of our smiles? 



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