I spent this morning
In my garden
Listening to the flowers talking
I had to say I beg your pardon
But I hear such words of joy
From petals of beautiful colours
Will you let this lonely boy
Into your world of wonder?
Such words of praise for all around
No words of discord or anger
Listening how can I continue to be down
Have the flowers given me the answer?
To lift self-indulgent sorrow
To see the world anew
When I awake tomorrow
I know I can get over you.