I thought life was cold,
  oh so full of gloom.	
Everyday I’d ask myself-

“Did the flowers Bloom?"

To go without I know is sad.	
To see it everyday-
But now I turn to you each night
  for these words I’d wished to say.

Simple in the syllables yet endless in my longing- 
The words are only but a few,

“Good Night, I’ll see you in the morning.”

So now I’ll ask with you by my side,

“Did the flowers bloom?”

Tell me now
I want my fate-
End this game
Oh end this wait!

Of course they did,
  those silly things.	
They fill me in every way	
  and the best part is, I have to sing-

They’ll bud anew each day!