How sweet to smell the flower that grows upon life’s vine,
For though its presence’s fleeting the fragrance is divine.
These moments that come winging on life’s oft trampled way
Are what set your heart to singing and brighten up the day
Take in these precious moments and hide them in your heart
To gaze on in remembrance when present joys depart.
So special are these flowers, don’t let one pass you by
But gaze at them for hours, their holy joys imbibe.