With the coming of evening,
The flower folds up her petals
And sleeps.
Embracing her thoughts
And dreams
She is warm and beautiful.
And with the coming of the morning,
She opens her lips
To feel the sun's kiss.
And the clouds float
Above the hills and the valleys
Streams and rivers
Return to the sea.
In the warmth of her heart
She knows
She'll give smiles
And she'll give tears.
The flower folds up her petals
And sleeps.
Embracing her thoughts
And dreams
She is warm and beautiful.
And with the coming of the morning,
She opens her lips
To feel the sun's kiss.
And the clouds float
Above the hills and the valleys
Streams and rivers
Return to the sea.
In the warmth of her heart
She knows
She'll give smiles
And she'll give tears.