Saffron Gardens
I see all my sisters and brothers shooting out of the ground in unison.
All my friends are blooming now, and dancing in the sun and in the rain. Whatever the weather, we dance. We dance in purple, our favourite colour. Each flower of us is a jewel. And from our hearts, pours gold.
A delicate gold. More precious than that rich metal even, weight for weight. Our fine threads weave subtle stories of taste and light, and this is highly prized. We reach out, we put this colour in the world.
Gold for your food, gold for your cloth, gold for your Queen. I see her, splendid in shining armour and a big white horse. I hear her speak. Her voice is strong and powerful. From her heart, pours gold.
I see the golden fires, lit along the coast. Sunset light on water, an attack that does not come.
In our garden, we dance in purple, and from our hearts pours gold.
From writing by students of Horndon-on-the-Hill, Arthur Bugler, Chadwell St Mary and Harris Primary Schools and Gateway Primary Free School
All my friends are blooming now, and dancing in the sun and in the rain. Whatever the weather, we dance. We dance in purple, our favourite colour. Each flower of us is a jewel. And from our hearts, pours gold.
A delicate gold. More precious than that rich metal even, weight for weight. Our fine threads weave subtle stories of taste and light, and this is highly prized. We reach out, we put this colour in the world.
Gold for your food, gold for your cloth, gold for your Queen. I see her, splendid in shining armour and a big white horse. I hear her speak. Her voice is strong and powerful. From her heart, pours gold.
I see the golden fires, lit along the coast. Sunset light on water, an attack that does not come.
In our garden, we dance in purple, and from our hearts pours gold.
From writing by students of Horndon-on-the-Hill, Arthur Bugler, Chadwell St Mary and Harris Primary Schools and Gateway Primary Free School
