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.