Here in the ground a flower am I. When winter comes I shall die.
Along side a brook that babbles all day. My friends the Bee's that slave away.
The soil is warm here where I lie. The sun is my love, my freedom, my sky.
I sing with the birds with notes of hue. I dance in the wind with petals of dew.
My leaves reaching out towards my love-my sun. For he is my heart & he is the one.