Yes, I know, just to gaze upon me is breathtaking.
But don’t my colors shock you?
The saffron is a caution that distance may be good idea.
The crimson explodes like a angry fire unwilling to be doused.
I am not a daisy!
My petals have no part in the “he loves me, he loves me not “ game.
I love me and I will not play at that childish amusement .
I am strength. I am vitality. I absorb the heat and cast it forth.
I feel the second by second loss of luster.
But right now, I am glorious
And I rest well knowing that my return is guaranteed to be even more resplendent.