16 September 2012
Poppies, pansies, daisies too,
All grouped together, just for you,
Rosie's there, you pick one off,
From the little wooden troff,
Stabbing your finger on a little thorn,
Dabbing little blood up from the skin it's torn,
You kiss it better and search for more,
Sun flower heaven, it's bumble bee galore,
I smell the sweet fragrance, from the flower,
This park is filled with beauty and flower power!
Flower Power • Opuss № I