Too many name you weed,
Never seeing the beauty you bring.
Your bright yellow smile stands
Triumphant amidst a million green strands.
And even in another season
You bring us joy despite our reason.
As a cotton genie stands you,
One blow make our dreams come true.
But as for now in your flowered state,
I will leave you lie, I will lie in wait.
For soon to come your snow will fall,
And I will be there, watching it all.