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Memories of Rain Deep buried in the arid ground So many dormant seeds abound And seasons come to drift on past, Before they stir to life at last. The memories of falling rain Must lie within and so sustain Some power to regenerate. Although for years they sometimes wait, There'll come a day when all is right And they start growing towards the light, To burst upon the desert scene With blossoms that have seldom been Displayed for anyone and so The crowds will come to see the show. The Giant Blazing Star appears And on it's four foot stalks it rears Above so many others yet, Their colored masses will not let The impact of them fade away. Orange fields of Poppies shift and sway In slightest breeze and Desert Bell With dark blue clusters, casts it's spell, While smaller blossoms hug the ground To make a carpet all around. This gardened beauty fades away So quickly and it's hard to say When this will happen once again. Most years we watch for them in vain. Spring brings hope that ample showers Will awaken desert flowers. |
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