Azalea Poem by Steven Rodgers

The best advice I can give,
For the Carnation ripe to bloom,  
Is speak first with Azalea,
Beneath the harvest moon. 
Listen to her sweetly song,
So perfectly in tune,
Dancing in the heaven beams,
Beneath the harvest moon. 

She'll sing of all the buttercups,
Growing wild in the glade,
And daisies in the meadow,
Safely tethered to the blade,
Yet still she'll sing of thorns,
Lurking shy beneath the face,
And ever sing of heartache,
Far from love's embrace. 

So go now to Azalea,
And listen to her tune,
As she gives her breadth of wisdom,
Beneath the harvest moon.