Born in the same field of the most beautiful and wildest flowers.
Tis was a winter when we both bud,
A rose and Lilly side by side.
Summer came year after year
Where the stars watched our growth.
Long eons did decide our fate
Where me and her would twist our days.
Well we did enjoy the canopy skies
The early dews and songs of spring.
The wind did blow and puff
To untangle this happy love.
But deep to the core our roots entwined
No nature nor flower can separate
Till that day when the farmer rise
To pluck and plunder his fruits as need.