Sunflowers rise from the soil in the meadow,

Leaves rise from their death,

Roses are red violets are blue.

The shining sun glistens in the morning sunset,

While buzzing bees collect their nectar,

For their Queen bee.

Chicks rise from their eggs,

Flapping their bright yellow wings,

The hatchlings waddle like penguins.

The sun shines like a bright, burning fire ball,

The clouds hover above the red roses,

The sky is as blue as the sea,

The world is as green as grass.