• Somewhere in the valley grows
    A sweet red thing I call a rose

    Somewhere I know a garden grows
    Deep in mystical blue water rows


    Somewhere Daises bloom in lines of gold
    In the meadow a story told

    Somewhere pansies spout where
    on the river they share


    Somewhere I picked black eyed susans
    because i love my life


    Where I grow they grow

    A confusing but refreshing poem just fake
    things made up to persaude the reader