All The Pretty Flowers Poem by Reynaldo Casison

Its been many summers,
And many moons,
Since ive been on the shore,
With you,

All the pretty flowers,
Under the willow tree,
Have grown,
And sway with your grace,
They bow to the sublime moon,
With the sweet light,
Of your lovely face,

You can sway,
Whatever way you desire,
In whatever dress you wear,
And all the pretty flowers,
Can never surpass,
Your love and beauty,

All the pretty flowers,
Under the willow tree,
Sway like a lake parade,
The stars are high,
In the sky,
Yet still sparkle,
With the love in your eyes,

You can sway,
Whatever way you desire,
In whatever dress you wear,
And all the pretty flowers,
Can never surpass,
Your love and grace,

All the pretty flowers,
Can never surpass,
Your beauty and love,
All the pretty flowers,
Can never surpass,
Your love and grace
Reynaldo Casison