When the roses are red and blooming
I feel ecstatic to reach them,
Take in their fresh smell,
See the way the look.

When the dandelions are yellow,
Oh my beautiful dandelions,
They look precious,
Like gold in a bank,
But left in the open.

Oh the beauty they have,
That can never be taken from them,
Never, Just can be seen and watched,
From a distance.