Treasure Island

Lynne FincherSpringarden


Camellia Song


Camellia oracle of winter bliss
You are the promise of springs renewal
Midst the slumbering landscape
Like winters splendid jewel

Your miracle of life
So delicate and so sweet
You adorn Victorian homes
Upon these earthly streets

The beauty of your elegance
Your fragile blossom lingers
The softness of your petals
Pass through my waiting fingers

I celebrate your symmetry
Your absolute perfection
Creation of that Life divine
You are but God's reflection

You are a life long lesson
A song that's ever sung
From the deepest winter spell
You bring forth the morning sun

Submitted: Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 13, 2013

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