Why do i think of us, in colors of flames so red....on a day so somber? I see ***** of fire, they dance against a pool of blue,Β Β tranquil water The red now turns to a yellow tangerine, like smouldering ember And flames are definitely reaching up, soaring, higher, higher With hints of orange, then on to a deep yellow, like amber. Bright lively orange could only be our burning desire -----------------whether in the summer------------------- -------or, in the cold days of December-------- ---MAGICAL, every moment of fi-re --- every coo, every whisper, so tender day and night.....year after year rain, sun, wind, any weather we must try not to falter let our fiery colors N E V E R end up a dying E M B E R. ----------------------- ---------------------------- ---------------------------------
Sally
Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(Grilling eggplants and watching coals burning sometimes result in varied thoughts.)