I love to go
where the wildflowers grow
Where beauty abounds
Color covers the ground
A simple mixture of seeds
At first look like weeds
They start out being bland
When in full bloom, oh, how grand
As the wind starts to flow
They’ll put on a show
There not a Lilly or Rose
Not as sweet to the nose
But I’ll take any day, the beauty on the hill
Where the colorful wildflowers grow still