RHODODENDRON

The mountainside seems in flames,

Shimmering in red, white and pink:

It is Spring in the mountains here.

My heart leaps wildly to these flames

For my love is like this wild flower fire

As it rises and falls and then flows

A river of passion and hopes.

But, unlike this Spring-only flower,

My heart will flare wildly in flames

As long as I have life left.