She's a heart made out of flowers,
To flourish,
Lush with lively life,
To bloom,
So full of joy in June

So beautiful and quaint,
Seeming as if almost of paint,
Beneath the sun,
Beneath the moon

A petal for a beat,
A leaf for every week

As passerby stop step, in awe,
At such strange a sight to see this day

For among the daffodils and daisies,
Sits a girl of barely six

Watching as her young heart blooms,
As flowers grow anew...