Each bloom is perfect,
Tiny rays reaching from a golden centre.
A bouquet on a stem named goldenrod,
The late summer wildflower which brightens our day.
Despite the weather, the yellow glory remains,
Dispelling the foggy gloom.
It lifts the spirits of those who pass
Through the gallery.
The sunny blooms shine their best
Along the woodland paths or shoreline.
Bees come to visit, sweet nectar will become honey
And pollen spreads from bloom to bloom.
Goldenrod will shine again next year.