Roses don't make promises

Roses don’t make promises

and birds won’t tell me lies;

the sweetness that’s in Nature’s kiss

has nothing to disguise.

And when I look up at the evening

stars like eyes that smile;

they’re something I can still believe in;

trust in, like a child.

People can be all pretend;

they smile and sell you out

but Mother Nature is a friend

that you never need to doubt.