By JH Sayyar
O golden bloom that greets morning light,
Thou child of sun with petals tipped in fire,
In gardens bright, thy face a glowing sight,
A flame that lifts the spirit ever higher
No rose nor lily bears such cheerful grace,
As thou, whose heart with warmth does gleam
The dew upon thy leaves, a silken lace,
Reflects the dawn in nature’s golden dream
Thou sentinel of days both fair and cold,
Through autumn’s breath, thy colors remain.
In sacred rites, thy garlands brave and bold
Adorn the gods, and sanctify the plain.
Sweet marigold, thy quiet strength I see
A sun bound prayer in earth’s serenity
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