That please with your colors and fragrance so rare,
Growing with sunshine or sparkling with dew?
“We are blooming for dear little flowers like you.”
Our roots are our mouths, taking food from the ground,
Our leaves are our lungs, breathing air all around;
Our sap, like your blood, our veins courses through—
Don’t you think, little children, we’re somewhat like you?
Your hearts are the soil, your thoughts are the seeds;
Your lives may become useful plants or foul weeds;
If you think but good thoughts your lives will be true,