Desert Flower

Deep in the desert Where the sun shines Bright and hard Lived a little flower Pale as the sand It stood bravely The sun beat on it The wind blew in it The heat almost Took the life out of it But there it stood In the clear night Beneath the canopy Of thousand of stars Morning brought a traveler From some place afar He stopped by the plant To wash himself Few drops spilled over To the pale flower beneath A shiver went thru’ her And tremblingly she unfolded A few more drops And the petals Stretched themselves Hesitantly, tremblingly As if some force Pushing them out Of her dream of death Eternity, holds her breath The pretty petals What a sight to behold Seemed to be overwhelmed By unstoppable madness A little place Of sensual joy Thus life reentered Joyously What a moment ago Had been dead Entered it visibly Passionately In all its glory The wayfarer Looked down with a start As if surprised To see such beauty In the barren desert Bent down And plucked the flower And put it against his heart And there she can Be seen now Happily riding away.