Happiness is in the blossoms on a sunshiny day
Their scent so high with a buzz so gay
Of bees and breezes wild and soft
Flowing through your mind
Flowers poke their faces through
The ferns to catch the warmth
They appear as if they're looking at you
And sending smiles forth
The sun is their keeper
And the earth their abode
The water their salvation
And where the whirling winds strode
Sit the flowers sent by God
Amongst the ferns and goldenrod