Heather P Wilson - To Be Unveiled lyrics

Flowers, buds or weeds Has nature all it needs? , Or is the foliage shrivelled and weak Leaving this area morbid and bleak? . Maybe it`s thrived in wonderful glory To produce its own perfect story, Shall we wait, do we care, Is any perfume hiding there? . Some may find it, then walk away To be drawn back another day, This lost garden now in disguise Waiting for the fog to rise.