does the daffodil sing for me?
does its sway break cadence to hear my plea?
can the wind catch my song?
do you hear?
do you hear?

lines of lilies build around me..
like a purple white fortress a house of
perfumed mists beautiful and pure
nature builds in rouse and bouquets
my debts
my debts
to be paid

no green thumb here
to coax the roses grow.
no lovely lullabies
to bring fertility, no

do you hear?
do you hear?
the nymphs call
as the bring the offerings to mother natures throne
love by cast from the earth
the witch throne
be
blown
wind scatter seeds of good
and bring my love to me, low

breathe in him a peace of mind..
and wisdom of many men protect him from
the daffodils sway
that causes all men
hear to bend..

if i be keeper of the botanical
depth, name me princess over all the fairies and nymphs
by treasure be
deep and true and
on my throne landing be there to chairs
dawned
glorious for me and you