For the flowers we plant reflect our soul.
Let yours grow wild and others will you show,
the beauty that has always been your goal
Let not the tending take from you its toll.
Guard well against emotions of bad flow,
for the flowers we plant reflect our soul.
Like the fragile legs of a new born foal,
so too from inside of you does it grow,
the beauty that has always been your goal.
Blossoms of color do sad hearts console.
Make yours bright with various colors a'glow,
for the flowers we plant reflect our soul.
On wobbling stems we begin life’s long stroll.
From weakness to strength in every row,
the beauty that has always been your goal.
Tend well the emotions in your life’s bowl.
Let each that you tend, their gift bestow,
for the flowers we plant reflect our soul,
the beauty that has always been your goal.