Your pallid tube pushes past the grasses
And a plump bud emerges at its top;
Just so unassuming as one passes
And no spectacle to cause one to stop.
However, you seem to bloom overnight
Like you were playing hide-and-seek for fun
And now one might stop to look with delight
As your petals now bloom like a small sun.
Your radiant glow warms all those that see
With your strong yellow that just soothes one’s soul
And no insect it seems could resist thee
Since pollination is your colour’s goal.
But like a phoenix, the fire of your bloom
Is no swan-song for the end of your days.
So the setting Sun does not bring your doom
And you transform with it in one last blaze.
In the morning, where once there were gold hues,
Now is a puffy ball of silken white;
And though in change your petals you would lose
Your new bloom is a soft cloud like delight.
You sit there and wait for some gust of air
Or some small child to pluck you and to wish
To blow small fairies, both playful and fair,
To dance aloft until daytime’s finish.
And if chance is kind, seed will find small plot
To lay down roots and cling to new life’s quest.
Then, perhaps, chance would have me pass and spot
New pallid tube from fallen offspring’s nest.