Attic Old Flowers

The morning has come To give back to some The attic old flowers From past summer showers The things from past days That gave us times to remember The turning and lost ways Like autumn in September You and I so very close Going for sure and more Believe in loving giving a rose Kindness is what life is for Always to please early on Nothing could stop our believe Flowers so sweet in the sun Ours to give hours to weave Living our lives caring be gone Ride on to years with love Much of it lost still there is fun Drifting like clouds far above The morning has come To give back to some The attic old flowers From past summer showers