Diamond-beaded, stems
bowed under the weight.
All summer long, the yellow tips
blossomed, abuzz with bees;
now, in the slow drawl of time
following an August shower,
with the sun trapped in a million droplets,
it dazzles as though lit from within.
Bejewelled
as Fabergé might have dreamed,
beyond any beauty I've ever imagined;
beyond any beauty money could buy.
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