Amidst the rough terrain, against the winds, through stormy days you bloom. Dry earth and sand and rock your bed, your splendor surpassing.
Now rest, as Sun reigns in Light. Rain, like oil, anoints your fragile buds yet unseen, contents your roots beneath the earth.
Here, tenderness springs forth and through this season conquers. These amber hues unfurl against the bleak, sharing your legacy of Loveliness.