Near flowers, far flowers,
Linger in the air.
I smell there there, I smell them here,
I smell them everywhere.
Some have very strong scents,
Some I cannot see,
But some folks can smell them while in the ground,
And one of them is me!
Yes, these flowers have not bloomed yet,
But I know where they hide!
I sniff the patches of soil,
And smell them while inside!
I visit these patches daily,
I wait for them to bloom.
I sing them out of the soil:
“Come out! There is plenty of room!”
When they bloom, I dance with them,
And they sing back to me.
When tired, I sit still upon
The branches of a tree.
When the flowers close, I know
That it’s time to go back home.
But I hear them whisper “Come again!”
And I know I’ll back there roam.