Springtime flowers grow

In their own special way

Sheep eat the clover

And cows eat their hay

Why do those things happen

On a bright Summer’s day?

Don’t ask me now

But heaven knows the way

Life has its blossoms

And has its sharp thorns too

So I lie on the ground

In the clear morning dew

I know not the answers

But I will know them now

So I lie on the ground

With my questions somehow

The answers come slowly

And just like the dew

I find the answers

And I learn the truth