Your beautiful colors line our earth.
Loving the ground,
holding it up with your webbed reaching hands
sunken down into the soil.
You lift the ground and keep it from falling into the sky.
No other can compare à ta beauté,
alla tua eleganza,
para o seu romance,
to your delicacy.
You freckle the face of this earth.
Without you the world will lose its color,
we will bleed rainbows if you go.
Queens of color,
petal filled sunshines-
your yellows and oranges bring joy,
your reds and purples bring romance,
your pinks and blues bring childlike gid.
We crave you when you go.
In winters when you leave only small bits of yourself behind
we long for your return,
knowing without worry that you will return.
For we would not know what to do if you did not.
You are called by so many different names.
Buttercups, Bachelor's Button, and Baby Breath,
Izalias, Iris, and Iberis,
Pansies, Poppies, and Pony’s,
Waterlily, and Wisteria--