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.