Open windows down the block
Happy homes with tender gardens
Blue skies paint the air
You'll see brush strokes if you stare

Pass the picket fences
Waken all your senses
To tell me if you can see

Little pots in a line
Sitting on a sill
Soaking up the shine
In damp soil
Their petals uncoil

If you're listening
You're sure to hear them sing
“We are beautiful blooms
Brightening the room”
La la la
Pour your love all in