Even now, in the heat of the summer,
wild Queen Anne's Lace blooms along the roadside,
its delicate pattern perfectly suited to its name.
There is a place near here, where, year after year, a pink one blooms,
and every year I discover it again, as if it were the rarest pearl.
If the meadow was filled with pink Queen Anne's Lace,
and there was only one white one,
wouldn't that be the one we'd treasure?
