The icy breeze beckons
a freeze that will open
The rest of the camellias.
They sit hard and tight
Waiting for a sign
To flower and show
All that’s inside to
change the world
Or at least the landscape
For passersby.
The icy breeze beckons
a freeze that will open
The rest of the camellias.
They sit hard and tight
Waiting for a sign
To flower and show
All that’s inside to
change the world
Or at least the landscape
For passersby.