As another summer rains again start,
Beauty once more graces the weathered field.
Cornflowers' allure sets them miles apart
Decorate as profit is theirs to yield.
Each raindrop—delight for their new petals,
Fields now agog, no longer bound by gloom.
Giving rise to dreams of liquid metals~
Hopes that endure one more season of bloom.
In autumn, their beauty begins to fade,
June to October rendezvous over.
Keeping clean the spots their petals once laid,
Leaving some for critters with the drover.
Many more months before new petals shine,
Night envelopes their beauties with dark veils.
On empty plains, butterflies start to whine;
Probing questions scattered by autumn's gales.
Questions, only nature gives their answers,
Reasons men's skill is low compared to God~
Simply great turning petals to dancers.
Taking time for bees to even applaud.
Unlike in fall that flowers start to wilt
Vibrant blooms welcome their stay in summer
Winter's chilling grip hit them to the hilt.
Xylosma even lose their charisma.
Year in year out, season repeats the script
Zealous codes nature declines to decript.