Deserted, isolated, all alone,
Flowers breezing in the air,
One step then two steps,
Walk through the mix of flowers
Of poppies, daisies and roses too,
When will the flowers blossom again?
The sound of bees all around,
The clouds brighten and come alive,
The smell of pollen and roses too,
When will the flowers blossom again?
In isolation and be wilderness,
The flowers blossom,
Stalks strengthen,
Petals brighten,
In isolation and be wilderness,
The flowers will truly blossom again