How rare, in summer, is a day like this
when the sun beams kindly on my face
and yesterday’s rain relieves my feet from the pain
of digging to the depths of this place.
All about my head are curls of pink and red,
though they’re brown on oppressive summer days
from the scorching of the sun, from dawn ’til day is done;
yet I thrive, and my colors are ablaze!
My arms, adorned with leaves, sway gently in the breeze,
a reprieve from the cruel and gusty gale.
From a heat I can’t forget, comes a strength I don’t regret
for it’s that which allows me to prevail.
I am a flower, I am in bloom;
and all I have to offer, all I have to give
is at its best on a rare day like today.