El Cardo Azul

Among a thousand wild flowers
In a very gallant field
Stood a virtuous thistle
With its tufted plumes

And the dew's pearls
Seemed whitish
And bathed were
The strands of the blue thistle

What a whimsical contrast
It offered at that moment
Seeing the Sun dissolve
That virginal cloak

In a very fine drizzle
The drops fell to the ground
And as blue as the sky
The thistle was once again

Poor flower, that in another time
You were lush and beautiful
But by the relentless fate
Your life was cut short

Without considering, thistle
That by depriving you of life
You were lost relics
Like a dream upon waking up