Bless each palo verde bloom –

Bless each palo verde bloom –
Those cuplets kissed by the sun
My vision wants to consume
That thus have raptured my love.

See how they speckle the tree
With a burst of yellow bright
And upon the branches flit
By the wind that blows nigh –

Leading me not to consider
The force behind nor why
But to admire how they arch
In reverence to the sky.