Marigold Marigold
Is still alive
She comes back each summer
No matter how hard I try

She drowns under snow
And gets trampled all day
But her head pops back up
And she smiles and waves

Like it never occurred
As if it didn’t hurt
Marigold Marigold
Just can’t be spurred

Marigold Marigold
Why won’t you die?
How can you come back
With more color each time?

I don’t care how
or care what you do
to make it happen;
I just told you
make me shine
so slather me in turpentine.

I want the sun to shrink
and the world turn dark,
when she’ll no longer rise
after she rests her eyes
upon my fiery spark.

I want the moon to swoon
and raise the tides
when he looks for the sun,
but instead
it’s my beauty that he finds.

I want the stars to bow down
and shower me in gold
when I shine brighter
and reach higher
than the stars of old.

I want storms to make
the world stir
when I walk upon
their earth,
no matter what it’ll take.

I don’t care
if it kills me;
just answer my plea.
I just want, so badly,
to shine,
so slather me in turpentine.