The little Prince teaches me to sweep the volcano's when they need sweeping, to protect my rose when she needs protecting, to take the beauty of sunset and sunrise when it is there... and to love the wild and the untamed... because I go along the road but once in my life... and what is past is past... and can never be taken back or experienced again.
And everything I know just fades away
ReplyDeleteAnd when a wildflower grows it picks its space
And that's the way it is when nature plays its lovely hand