Come, graceful brittlebush

Come, graceful brittlebush

And creamy globe mallow blooms.

The winds of spring call you

Again from the sandy tombs.

Come, you dashing lupine

And join the wingnuts on the hills.

Go and place your annual stake

With them near the trails.

There is room, woolly daisies

And Engelmann's cacti, on the plain.

Come dressed in your best trimmings.

You are favored by the sun.

I will swing by and count you

Among my treasured finds.

Fill my life with flowers

So I know that I'm alive.