A Love Letter

When I was (much) younger I wrote love letters to flowers. This one was about my favorite azalea at the house I grew up in.


The days grow warmer, the sun shines brighter,

Shyly you peak out, gazing at the sky.

Joyfully, the sun kisses your face,

Joyfully, I kiss you.

Dressed in beautiful pink, you seem like hope,

Close your eyes, capture my heart.

Long have I waited for you,

Long have you been gone.

For these few weeks you are glorious,

For these few weeks I will spend with you,

And wait for your return.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.