They play amidst the daffodils
Against the quiet of the day
Sunlit meadows where dew has kissed
Is the world in which they play
No fears to ever bring them pain
As sunshine warms their brow
If only we could keep them young
And keep them here, as now
Alas, they grow, like flowers strong
With beauty in abundance
So, like the sun, they too will shine
With a never ending brilliance