How can I thank you for the scent you bring,
O, yellow flower born to perfect roots
That loves the drizzle and the birds that sing?
Your fragrant character that heals and soothes
Amounts to precious treasures I can’t pay;
Afraid am I that life won’t be enough
To make up for the godsend and to say
That I’ll ne’er leave my vow when times get rough;
Through thick and thin my care shall be unchanged –
When heavy downpour slaps your pretty face,
My arms shall be your armour and a friend
To keep you safe and warm in my embrace.
As tiny buds begin to burst and glow,
My heart does celebrate to watch you grow.