The flowers have risen
Rose from the dead they did,
From winters grip did the flowers spring
A Scarlet Carson blooms again.
The old oak tree trumps over me
As the leaves of green shadow consumes me
Aghast I walk amoungst the forest crops
The summer sooths me again.
Warm air arose to bring
A summer swell for me to keep
Neat old sights from a clear ol' night
The flowers sleep on a calm Ravine
Watered slightly by a shallow stream
With warm air, to aid there care
The summer smooth fixes those summer blues.