Old Pine

We stood

Steady as the stars in the woods
So happy-hearted
And the warmth rang true inside these bones
As the old pine fell we sang
Just to bless the morning.

Careless and young, free as the birds that fly

We grow, grow, steady as the morning

We grow, grow, older still
We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn
We grow, grow, older still
We grow, grow, steady as the flowers

Kathleen Kelly is right. Daisies really are the friendliest flowers.