Colours flood in those precious little flowers.
Calling my attention wilting and wanting, yet
desert dust sun traffic yelling overpowers.
They bide time, anticipating the showers.
At once, darkened gaze drew down the shades
horizon lighting blades screaming incantation.
In contrast of the bold grayish blue saturation,
vibrance and beauty of all once unseen,
shown vibrantly, powerful, blooming.
sitting there, where she has always been.