The flowers are blooming, the hot sun is shining
This precious plot of land where everything grows
Turning right, turning left, bountiful juxtapose
Of polkadot colours, spreading through the lining

The plants creep towards east, where the sunshine exists
Opening their petals to accept the power
Responsible beauty an act of empower
That fuses their forum of an endless abyss

Climbing, scratching, growing, to be the very best
The only to survive a true longing being
Reaching for the right strength to rush to sightseeing

Will you be the pink rose? The annual with zest?
The yellow sunflower? Or the four-leaf clover?
Whatever does happen, don't hide under cover.