There are a few bluebonnets still standing
The showers having ended
But they are withering away in the ruddy sunlight
And too few think to mourn their passing
As other blooms supplant them
Matching the fading lights

The time will come that
The azure will be missed
All its coolness and beauty subsumed by
An arterial flood some claim to want but
By which they will be drained and left
Where flowers would normally be spread
With no blooms left to give them
And nobody left to offer them

It is no small thing not to mourn what is not yet gone
But the end of which is easily seen
And it is a larger thing to sow the seeds that
The spreading blue can come again
Knowing that the land will crack and gasp and burn before it happens

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