Hard Work and Goodness, For Once

I finally feel like flowers Look on and the day it rises It grows and swirls, but gently For the first time in a century. I can notice the patterns within me-- The gardens and snowfall and caverns I can speak and listen and be heard At once a hippo and now a firebird I’m a gallantly graceful gorgeous I’m a singingly A dancing endless I finally feel like flowers Recovery is priceless