A sweet spotted Chrysanthemum floats on a river,
Caught in twigs, and escaping with only drops of dew,
To sparkle and show evidence of a small battle won
Against the rushing fervor
Blown from the bush of her brothers too early,
She is young and sturdy
And the dragonflies flicker,
Her pinks and purples dancing their improvised number

An explorer cuts smoothly on the river,
His vessel rich and warm,
Tough, but none too weathered
Rippling and golden bronze
For he does not fear the sun,
He knows the reward of burns gained
Under a long and heated touch
Explorer sees flower,
Scoops her from the water,
Only to see she’s plucked herself all on her own
His velvet palm,
A heavenly home