Wildflowers, wildflowers,

Grow best with the rain shower.

In cool shady covers,

With the wind, it hovers.

Beneath the green covered rocks,

Near hidden spring.

It will be a bleak world,

If the flowers won't be able to

Grow green on our earth.

I will protect the innocent flower,

O, Lord!

I will pause in my walk

And step aside,

Rather than crush a

Dancing Daisy

In the grass.