Upon a mountain top in China
Lovely Iris, from humanity's prying eyes?
Though beauty as the dawn's sweet light does bathe
Your winsome hues in rainbow petals grace:
Sweet sacrifice of nectar
You now make with measured guile.
For rudely mating sawflies
Entranced to merely dine
Yet leave untouched both stigma and stamen
For the sake of your flower progeny
That yet will delight with blues and purples
Up in the rarefied heights
New generations of friend and foe alike.
By Kogo (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0
(http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
