Little Flower: Azalea
Little Flower in the midst
Among mass fields of openness,
Your gift upon this vastness
Is a sweet degree,
A colorful sight,
In a world's merry-go-round,
Your a peace of honesty.
Little Flower You'll be called
Azalea. A Sky whom waves
To your Divinity.
Azalea bring temperance
When moderation and care is needed. For the beauty in the petals of your roots is
--- sought after ---
No other Daisy could replace
Little Flower in the open vast
Fields, in your bright pink and purple aura thank you for picking the sun in gratitude
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