Buds Journey
Buds Journey
When the flower
Walk out of the seed
It doesn't know
What world it will see
Either it will be gifted
To young lives
Or burial with the
Old rides
It comes will all
Petals to bloom
The leaves with
Scented beams.
When the flower
Walk out of the seed
It doesn't know
What world it will see
Either it will be gifted
To young lives
Or burial with the
Old rides
It comes will all
Petals to bloom
The leaves with
Scented beams.