Flowerets of ice, various in total,
Dances together, joyfully immotile.
Forms a core, fertile and gay,
Fronds of amethyst, brighter than a blue jay.
Always hopeful, never dismays,
Graceful and noble, blooms in May.
The lively cornflower, stands tall without caution,
Like a magic potion, it's a chest full of fortune.