Wet, Beautiful, Little baby blue.
This little flower is tiny and new.
With her pointed soft petals,
her curly green leaves.
This little flower is ready for bees.
With pollen, sun, and rain.
This little flower waits and waits.
The next few months Cold and Dry,
This little flower begins to die.
With a sad broken heart,
This little flowers gone,
To be brought back next year
All Mighty and Strong!