Marigoldeness - Joy Electric

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