I don't wear gloves when I plant my Spring flowers.
I like to feel the soft, warm soil.
I like to feel where the roots go.
Deep, deep below.
I don't mind having dirt under my fingernails.

I like feeling the sunlight on my hair.
And hearing the birds sing in the air.
While I plant beauty in the soft, warm earth.
I don't mind having dirt under my fingernails.

I like to feel the soft, warm soil.
I don't mind having dirt under my fingernails.