Russian sage
They call you Russian Sage,
They name you Perovskia atriplicifolia
after a Russian general,
Disregarding the fact that you are from Central Asia，
Ignoring that you are not a member of salvia.
But who cares?
Not you, not me,
As long as you are you,
As long as you enjoy this small piece of barren land.
Blooming a cloud of blue,
Evaporating a garden of fragrance,
Attracting a crowd of bees and hummingbirds,
you dance in the wind,
wearing a sun-filled smile.
I look at you,
I smell you,
I touch you,
I share a dream with you
under this vast sky.
