The morning sky yawns wide and blue
Fields of colors wake and woo
Tuba sings
A low refrain
Dancing through the daisy chain
My hands reach out for velvet stems
Fortune found in flowered gems
Blossoms whisper sweet and clear
A tuba hums
It draws me near
Petals in the breeze take flight
Fields alive with golden light
The tuba roars
It sets the tone
Each bloom picked feels like my own
A rose laughs loud
A tulip hums
The pansies nod
The meadow thrums
Tuba's voice a steady guide
Through this floral patch I slide
Oh the power in these blooms
Bright guerrillas take the room
The tuba croons in brassy style
Flowers flying every mile
Petals in the breeze take flight
Fields alive with golden light
The tuba roars
It sets the tone
Each bloom picked feels like my own
