Description
In Sarah Raven’s crimson light,
Where petals dance in mottled red,
A petticoat of smaller blooms,
Nestles close, where secrets are spread.
Outer petals guard with care,
A patterned heart, a golden thread,
A feast for bees, a quiet prayer,
In this flower’s velvet bed.
She stands with grace, both bold and shy,
A tapestry where colors blend,
A beacon bright beneath the sky,
Where nature’s whispers never end.
