You and I are one
In fear of loneliness
And danger of neglect

We're apt to wither in distress
Cold rush of water fills
This rusted tin of corn
And all to risk a prick
From your neighbor Rose's thorn

Come on, Marigold, where's that geekish grace?
The moon is mute and cold
Let your sweet breath fill the space

Soon you will bloom into
A woman, pure and royal
You'll be released for good
From the black prison of this soil
I'll show you to the streams
We'll run through woods and moors
'Til you can smell the sea
Watch the tides embroider shores

Come on, Marigold, when will the sun replace
Your leaves with arms to hold,
And your petals with a face?

They placed you on the sun-drenched side
And whispered while the earth around you dried
Your throat quenched only 'cause you cried
While everything you'd grown up with had died
All you had had died

Come on, Marigold, where's that geekish grace?
The gods are growing old!
Tell me when can we embrace?