When the fields bathing by morning sunshine
Where the flowers are nodding and whispering
Dancing to the winds of morning tunes
Standing, I looked at those fresh flowers
From whites, yellows, reds to oranges
Each flower with its own beauty
Where the petals are as soft as satin
With the drops of kaleidoscopic misty dews
They are all dreamy, cheerful and happy
On this misty cheerful morning
I stood by staring at those flowers
For a while, looked at each one
All flowers in all colors bloomy and balmy
Blessed by the Sunshine