These flowers you so greatly laid
Upon the dust, you have made
A beautiful garden, a calypso dream
A fairies haven, so it would seem
But I know what lies beneath the soil
your loving hands, art, and toil
For you see, I've held your gentle hand
You watched me flourish, as did your flowered land
Despite snow, rain, drought, and wilt
You never deserted the faith you built
We flowers may rebel from the vine
With guidance and nurture you grew us fine
By smile or touch or stern command
My soul will always hold your gentle hand
©Vartok Dana McLennan
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