O wildflowers it is your time
To share your beauty once again.
Even the songbirds sing out with joy
Knowing just how long Winter’s been.
In quiet meadows long forgotten,
Escaping blade of scythe and plow,
Bees and butterflies on silent wing
Find sweetness of nectar somehow.
You bring beauty to the forest floor,
Emerging beside brook and stream.
A place to come quietly visit,
Where a heart can come sit – and dream.