Wherever there is the light

The flowers will find it

They will reach it by might

By spite, they’ll surely pivot

The great light shall flow about the hills

Glide on the tree-woven highway

Only by day

The flowers will find it

The flowers will always seek the light

Seek the hills, valleys, shores

It’s bound behind the doors

But they shall ultimately find it

Of course, their light’s will be varied

Some dimmer, some grand

But it shall always be there

When they are despaired

Not all can find it in time

As saddening as it may be

Their wilted leaves

Fall short of hope