The Rarest of Roses
Shoot up from the sands,
o’ limitless and lovely, yet so lovelorn,
thorn-lilies of the arid and lifeless badlands!
Broaden your boundless, beautiful brass blossoms,
those of legends birthed eons before our language.
They say that your fateful emergence from the dry earth
heralds the jubilee, when the soil rests as it did at birth.
Great Rock of Ages, hear our cry. Open the pages of the sky!
Deliver us the rain so that we can see the flowers again!
The ground groans for the gargantuan garlands,
fast-growing florets with fruit
that feed the farmers,
who have yearned years
to sing the songs
far and wide
comes to pass.
Bring us bees
Open our eyes
Arise, oh rarest of roses,
my sweet desert rose!