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.