The flames of a fire are like a beautiful flower…
A picture of how change should be…
Did you think that white is the only color of purity?
Just stare into the red, orange, yellow and gold.
Such a magical flower…
Who knows where Her conversation may take us…
Perhaps, to what we have learned…
Or maybe to what we have given…
Funny, She offers no advice at all.
Oh, the jewel tone patterns…
Flames to be feared…
Flames to be loved…
Holding so many secrets.
There is another flower even more beautiful…
It lay in the center of my heart…
Welding all the chinks in my armor…
Always renewing…
Funny, this fire gives all kinds of advice.
Yes, you have this same flower within you…
That is why you are the color of every rose…
Telling you that change can be wonderful…
And that each moment should be full of color.
I love you,
Annie

