Violets All Around Me

When I look out into the field In the spring the violets I then see Jonny jump ups some will call them Oh, how they bloom so wild and free The purple ones are very common When I look out into the field But the white ones seem much more rare Combined they beautify and build A picture which to me will yield So many precious memories When I look out into the field So much beauty appears to me I remember eating them when I was a very little child Now my eyes consume their colors When I look out into the field