Marigoldeness

	Spiral to the treasure chest
	The painted tops, a pretty dress
	She'll catch them if she can
	and through the stairways of the castle she flies
	Hoping for the bridge to open
	Springtime once again, ends
	I'm blessed with her marigoldeness
	I'm blessed with her marigoldeness
	She dreams of a splendor cone
	Of strawberry and honeycomb
	In forests of delight
	I'm made to tend to the ever blooming flowers
	Our lives are rich in these still hours
	And I'll remember these things