Pansy Power

Thinking of spring and pansies. . .

Every time I see my pansies
Vivid in the golden sun,
You are with me in my garden,
And I am once again a child.

Vivid in the golden sun,
Their beauty brings me close to tears,
And I am once again a child
Learning to assume your grace.

Their beauty brings me close to tears
As I join hands with you in love,
Learning to assume your grace,
Dancing to your inner music.

As I join hands with you in love,
You are with me in my garden,
Dancing to your inner music
Every time I see my pansies.

Author Unknown

Pansies --- the favorite flower of my mother. Have you ever seen the little 'person' inside each pansy blossom? When the spring pansies arrive at the nursery soon, take a look inside and see for yourself.

Thanks to Paula at Elm Street for the photo opportunity. :)