"Clivia"

Countess Clivia was the first
She grew a flower in the garden
Flash of light of huge sunburst
Close to kill or hammer harden

Will never get along with the sun
Always hidden - in the shadow
If she could, she would run
For hundred years wind will blow

Roses are sleeping on the floor
No one wants to cover them
Still more water, more and more
I'd take care the best I can

Clivia's looking at the roses
Thinks: "I'd rather be myself"
Someone asks, someone chooses
Better put me on the shelf

26.07.2024
Kangie