
Little wildÂflowÂers
Love to push up
Even amongst graveÂstones and garbage
They don’t even know why
They just love to do it
We don’t have to tell them to
We don’t have to ask them to
They just love to do it
Like litÂtle gifts
They speckÂle the ground
Is it The Lord sayÂing, “I love you”?
Is it just entropy and biolÂoÂgy?
Who’s to say
They ain’t even showÂing off
They just love to do it
