What bright bloom is that upon the ridge?
Nestled in the briars and mixed in the twigs?
Look upon the petals, bright orange and bold
As a fire rushing the hill, truth be told.
An explosion of color, or just a hint
Wrapped in green gloves and heaven sent.
Color that stops you dead in your tracks
Beauty that startles – you keep looking back.
Meant for no one at all or God’s humble child
Graced by viewing Flame Azaleas in the wild!
Live Your Authentic Life - Be The Real You!
Blessings,
Martha
Beautiful...thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Susan