Red as blood, you raise your delicate head
So stunning and picturesque.
With robes of luscious green
And a poise so slender and lean,
I marvel at your magnificence.
But sadness overcomes me,
For I see you slipping away slowly
As you dance to the serenades of the wind
While it strips you of your scarlet beauty.
Leaving me longing to see more of your crimson radiance.
The Aimless Rambler 