Forsythia, Forsythia
Springing towards the sky,
Lighting strikes of Yellow
Pulling heaven and earth together
Brightening every eye
Springing towards the sky,
Lighting strikes of Yellow
Pulling heaven and earth together
Brightening every eye
Named for some guy William
a botanist by trade.
Strange that leaping call within
Is naught but an echo of his name
Forsythia, O, Forsythia
a botanist by trade.
Strange that leaping call within
Is naught but an echo of his name
Forsythia, O, Forsythia
Reduced by the same winter
Covered by the same ice
Other plants stir and yawn
But Forsythia wakes each spring
Blazing with foreshadowings of sun
Covered by the same ice
Other plants stir and yawn
But Forsythia wakes each spring
Blazing with foreshadowings of sun
What would you do Forsythia?
If life were hard and cruel?
Would you brittle and bend and break?
Or send forth a fleet of flowers
to sing another song?
If life were hard and cruel?
Would you brittle and bend and break?
Or send forth a fleet of flowers
to sing another song?
Forsythia, Forsythia
Paint your canvas yellow
Drop smiles from the stems
Fill our world with wonder
For me, and Forsythia
Paint your canvas yellow
Drop smiles from the stems
Fill our world with wonder
For me, and Forsythia
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