Ten little flowers, clustered together.

They are brightness in the darkness of the swamp,

Shining their pale white petals and blushed insides.

Embracing each other, these flowers lightly kiss cheeks,

Whispering amongst themselves, the secrets of swamp grounds.

When wind blows, the small flowers twinkle in the swoosh,

When rain pours, the small flowers shower themselves in the droplets,

When sun shines, the small flowers stretch their petals wide,

And when the sun drowns out, the small flowers brighten the land.

Ten little flowers, clustered together.