Pink like a blissful morning,
The quietest day.
The rustle of petals,
The rustle of leaves.
There is a tale, of a paper soul,
A paper soul in a paper town,
A paper town full of paper souls planting paper flowers.
The showing of spring,
The first flower you see on a cold winter morning.
The start of a new beginning, arising in your garden,
Planted by paper souls.
Paper souls planting the most magnificent paper flowers.
A paper town, a paper morning.
A paperboy builds up the courage,
He walks to the door of a paper house.
He knocks.
Out comes a papergirl,
Who receives the most beautiful paper flower.
She smiled.
It was beautiful.