Orange Flowers
My little orange flowers
So wild and free.
They sit in the shade
Amongst the big oak tree.
I smile at them
And they wave to me.
My little orange flowers
They look so pretty.
The wind blows fast
So the orange flowers sway.
The storm is blowing in
The sky is dark gray.
The flowers seem to drown
As the rain comes hard.
I see little orange petals
They're floating through the yard.
The sun shines bright
It's a brand new day.
I see my little orange flowers
They're perfectly okay.
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