Where the Flowers Grow

I walked past the old dirt road today,

Where you and I would laugh and play.

The wind was hummin’ soft and low,

Right where the flowers used to grow.

I picked a daisy from the bend,

It whispered like a long-lost friend.

Said, “Time may pass, but love still shows,

Right where the flowers grow.”

Where the flowers grow, the memories stay,

They bloom in the cracks of a broken day.

Though the world moves on, I’ll always know—

You’re with me still, where the flowers grow.

I planted seeds down by the stream,

Like we did when we chased a dream.

And when the spring comes soft and slow,

New life begins where sorrow goes.

The petals shine like morning grace,

A piece of you in every place.

You’re gone, but somehow love still shows,

Right where the flowers grow.

Where the flowers grow, the memories stay,

They bloom in the cracks of a broken day.

Though the world moves on, I’ll always know—

You’re with me still, where the flowers grow.

I don’t need a stone or name,

To feel you in the summer rain.

Each color in the field I sow,

Tells me more than words could show.

Where the flowers grow, I see your smile,

In every bloom across the miles.

Though time may fade, one thing I know—

Love lives on… where the flowers grow.