Like the spring blooms, the bees come out to play.
Floating in the wind, the daisy enjoys its day.
Turning face to the sun, there is time to say…
What we hold so dear, do more than pray.
GatherĀ yourĀ strength, roll it out on a tray.
Take that leaf, roll it over to the sunray…
Let your star shine, toĀ inside not astray.
Move your feet, don’t get caught in the fray.
Keep on going, much love to you withĀ roll in the hay.
