This flame grows higher
As the days march on,
It shan't ever tire
For it rages much too strong.
In my heart, yes, in my heart
The immortal heat yearns,
Bring thy kiss and start
A sensational sweet burn.

When the desert gets rain, it wants to dress up
Their colors abound in the brightest of shade cups

The reds, pinks, and blues are showing off they're flair
Their beauty will amaze you, as you seek them with care

Some are hidden from view by their larger, taller friend
Their color will call out, cause they don't want to blend

You will not be disappointed with what your eyes see
Go out to the desert and see what can be...

Brian Hill - 2019#101
Inspired by riding my bike in the desert...

how much i hate pink—
let me get it off your lips.