Come, Graceful Brittlebush

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.