Once bare land.

Tiny  in delicacy's covering grounds, she waits for the right amount of light, to fight her way through layer's of soil,

reaching the top in fields of green and amber, awoken by the Suns love and showers of gentle rain,

once a bare land without promised birth, coverage of new colours take hold of the earth, to bring a vibrant loom,

reflecting the offset into the sky, greeting the setting, sweet but shy a glow for miles to see,

the seed to bloom a pritty flower farm thanks to you and me.