“Then clear on a flute of purest gold A sweet little fairy played. And wonderful fairy tales she told and marvelous music made.” – Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
“What blooms from beautiful seeds of thought becomes a symphony of colorful abundance.” Jazz Feylynn
This song is a celebration of my flower garden. At times it is a symphony of colorful abundance, a musical feast for the senses.
If music were a fragrance, would I write of hyacinths?
A song is like the layers of petals in the dahlia, melody upon harmony upon rhythm.
Flowers inspire serenading, and I know my houseplants thrive on the positive vibes.
The original title for this song was “It’s a Pretty Day.”
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