A Flower’s Summer Song


How rare in summer is a day like this

when the sun beams kindly on my face

and yesterday’s rain relieves my roots from the pain

of digging to the depths of this place.

All about my head are curls of pink and red

though they’re brown on oppressive summer days

from the scorching of the sun,

from dawn ’til day is done

yet I thrive, and my colors are ablaze!

My arms, adorned with leaves sway gently in the breeze,

a reprieve from the cruel and gusty gale.

From a heat I can’t forget, comes a strength I don’t regret

for it’s that which allows me to prevail.

I’m a flower in bloom, and all I have to offer,

all I have to give,

is at its best on a rare day like today.


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