Nootka roses so red they blush before the dawn,The wait no longer now has gone,
We will move along this beach,
As those many swallows swoop to greet,
Collect those insects on the wind,
All flying which the dragons and damsels defying,
Those insects with lights flashing, from their winged scaled array,
Only the suns light knows how to tame their attempts,
Remain to the lower realm for Icarus fate lures them all,
To the earth once more as their many remains fall,
Yellowy dressed meadow larks sing to a song,
Those are the fields far beyond,
What draws the painters, with their many passions to wait,
Each with a lover or a mate,
Summer for shame as you came to late,
We will all now play to your game,
Oh, the nootka roses know of your ways,
As each bloom inspires; they'll draw more for our gaze.
