My last blooming azalea flower holds firm,
not ready to let go.
With every bee and hummingbird
– a visitor –
who only can return
when skies turn blue and warm sun shines
I must wait for the wheel to turn
self-care with flair
My last blooming azalea flower holds firm,
not ready to let go.
With every bee and hummingbird
– a visitor –
who only can return
when skies turn blue and warm sun shines
I must wait for the wheel to turn