A Bud
A plump, promising bud.
Inside its wrap, it bears
The brightest lights
Nature could spare!
A plump, promising bud
Bears
A blooming flood
That wipes my despair!
Very soon, the bud will reveal
A flower of fucsia paintbrushes,
With luscious white
Finishing touches.
This sacred flower
My garden will embelish,
And my heart will relish
With Her secret powers.
