The Story of Sturt's Desert Pea

A quick embrace, the warrior was gone
He faded from her sight
The dusky maid kept silent vigil

She gazed in vain for his return
Time passed, the love-sick maid grew thin
Fading into the gibber plain
At her passing, the tribe loudly wailed

Rain fell across the desert,
New life sprang from barren earth
The desert turned blood red as flowers
With eyes as black as ebon bloomed

When Sturt's desert Pea begins to bud
The tribe rejoices, their beloved lives
For just a moment - she exists
It is taboo to pick her blooms