If ever a prettier sight
Like a painting on a wall
Or water flowing gently
Down an easy stream

Just sitting outside my window
Is my pride and joy
My most beloved jewel
My flower in my silver pot

Now, there is only one flower
With only but a stem
It’s living with a magical touch
Its fuel is sunlight

Early in morning
It glimmers a bright gold
When the sun rises
It turns a shade of pink
When the sun is high
It becomes a bright blue
When the sun sets
It shades a soft red

It rest as the moon comes out
Ready to turn gold once again