Many-a ear aches
had I cured.
Many a salads
had I enjoyed.
Leaves and petals bent
in abandance I gleam.
Were it for my mere
consumption, I think not.
More regal I find your flowers
when I gaze upon the golden petals,
imbued with serenity, sitting in my
state of chaos, thinking of days
gone by when I had plucked
the flowers to adorn the prayer place
or upon a bride's head you were worn.
O' Marigold, the flower of the Gods
for it stands bold in its many uses
and its unparallel beauty,
never at odds next to a Rose.