There is a rare flower

for Felicia Loo

There is a rare flower 🌺 growing bravely in the mountains.

In younger years she wonders how her beauty will be renowned across the realms.

When blossomed full she meets the first of unfair cruel snows.

Yet like the plum blossom, the harsher the cold, the more extraordinary the flowering.

She rests now, awaiting the next spring to winter to come forth once more, always there in our eternal summers with her, ever in my thoughts in my ever autumn.