Amaranth

A little bud of light

A lady so divine

Her dress unfolds around her

Soft reds and blazing pinks

When the sun come up she will grow

She'll stretch until she'll reach the sky

In the wind her flowing dress will fly

The moon shines on her with great pride

Innocent and sweet

Then she withers in the heat

Water brings her back to life

Then she is picked and says goodbye