Bless each palo verde bloom –
  Those cuplets kissed by the sun
My vision wants to consume
  That thus have raptured my love.

See how they speckle the tree
  With a burst of yellow bright
And upon the branches flit
  By the wind that blows nigh –

Leading me not to consider
  The force behind nor why
But to admire how they arch
  In reverence to the sky.