The Bush (poem)
And once again he rises to its call
A bush which in his garden chose to grow
Whose blossoms had all died so long ago
Yet still for it will he surrender all
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Recall the springs and how the flowers flow
Alive with wonder seasons would not stall
A source of hope and Joy it did enthrall
A time which he and heaven came to know
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Then came the fall the darkness and the gloom
And purpose for the flowers was then gone
And bush and he would enter sorrow’s tomb
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So once again he rises to the dawn
She promised her return to see it bloom
And for this dream a lover carries on