The Flowers

There are places troubled and poor in the whole wide world

People cry for our help but nobody would like to go

And only suddenly fair like a message of God

Among those poor grounds beautiful flowers grow:

Flowers don’t know the bad and good

Comforts and prestige they don’t know

They grow in every country, in every neighborhood

On stones and on sands the Flowers grow.

People like to create and compare brands

And according to taste they make divisions

And so they turned the earth into separate lands

And so they turned the truth into separate religions

But Flowers don’t know the bad and good,

Comforts and prestige they don’t know,

They grow in every country, in every neighborhood

On stones and on sands the Flowers grow.

And if we go all out and listen to our hearts

We’ll see that each person around is our sister or brother

We will feel that the earth is the whole and we’re only a part

And so we will not judge, but we will love each other

For Flowers don’t know the bad and good,

Comforts and prestige they don’t know,

They grow in every country, in every neighborhood

And lets wish that in our hearts these Flowers grow.

-- Alla Levitan

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