Let me be
the eternal flower
in your temporary
spring
And in the summer
your forever sun
that somehow hides
the coldest winds
Let me be
the eternal flower
the last taste of honey
as fall invades
And in the winter
your evermore tree
a fallen trunk
with remaining shade
Let me be
the eternal flower
that opens still
in a desert storm
And when seasons touch
in nature’s next war
this infinite land
will already
be born