I sang a song this morning and recorded it on a walk. It goes a little something like this-
God bless the bluebells for they are round, god bless the dandelions for they are round and God bless the buttercups and daisies for they are round. God bless the people for they are round. Around and round we go. God bless the circle that grows. And on and on it goes on and on, like a little trickling mountain stream. 💧
I recorded it as I can never remember the tune after when I refer back to the words I write, as a poem.