Yucca and You
Purest beauty of celestial white,
Six arms spread in gossamer light.
Daughter of drought at life’s end,
Pushed from thorny nest to ascend.
Await a savior if you please,
Filigreed wings borne on a breeze.
Collect my pollen; take it all,
Push and roll into a golden ball.
Lay your eggs; part my secret deep
Before my head droops in sleep.
Miraculous uniting hidden within
Dark seeds of promise all locked-in.
Life’s circle turns as petals fall,
Tomorrow’s offspring, worth it all.
Note: Yucca flowers rely on the yucca moth for pollination, a process that assures the survival of both species. You can read about this amazing process in the Wayne’s Word article, The Yucca and its Moth.