There’s an endless strength

To a flower that grows in a desert

I’ve seen her, for years at length;

Blossom in fire, and bloom in the dirt

She’s been the forest to my children

Abundant in all that she yields

The wellspring of my soul, my oasis

My treasure in black-gold-fields

There’s an endless strength

To a flower that grows in a desert

I’ve seen him, for years at length

Blossom in fire, and bloom in the dirt

He’s been the forest to my children

Abundant in all that he yields

The wellspring of my soul, my oasis

My treasure in black-gold-fields

There’s an endless strength

To the flowers that grow in the desert

That’s who we are, for years at length

We are the flowers that bloom in the desert

-Suraj Mani