To Hyssop
Flower, flower in the dell;
Hear my words now, hear them well.
You'll be gone in the by and by;
but you'll come back, you will not die.
My days are numbered, it is true;
I can't come back, again, like you.
So I will treasure each new day;
and not give all my flowers away.
By Sherry Dedman-Sherritt