Anna Silver School

My flower is like a person
Tastes honey, feels the rain, takes a suntan
My flower hears the spring rain, buses, and whispering
It hears how I write

I love the cloud's song, the song is ding dong
I love the cloud's song, the song is ding dong

My flower hears the soil underground
He himself does groundwork
My flower hears himself grow
He's like me, he's growing up
He's growing quiet

Butterfly tells the flowers "How'd you get colors?"
Butterfly tells the rain "How'd you get wet?"
The rain tells "Shhh"
The rain tells "Shhh"

My flower's name is Color
My flower lives in New York
I bent down and asked my flower "What's it like?"
He said "It's beautiful and in the dirt"

I love the cloud's song, the song is ding dong
I love the cloud's song, the song is ding dong

Butterfly tells the flowers "How'd you get colors?"
Butterfly tells the rain "How'd you get wet?"
The rain tells "Shhh"
The rain tells "Shhh"