Whoops-A-Daisy Wednesday

Whoops-A-Daisy Wednesday…sometimes I just feel like Daisies all day!

 

Burlap in August

Burlap born the 1st of August
Fire so hot it felt, burned like hell
She said as she wiped her brow
Nothing good grows here in this heat
Burlap sacks burned like wildfires in the field
Scratched my skin till raw, but I liked it
Smelled of sage and straw
Sunflower and giant bees buzzed
She was born the first of August
Nothing good grows here in this heat
Except me I was born the first of August
Full of fire

please don’t count me out

Whether sickness, disease, aged-ness or just plain ole’ tired and worn out…please don’t count me out! Just like this rose though it might seem withered and finished, I believe that is when we see the true beauty and essence come forth. This rose will join all my other dried roses to me their beauty never fades! 💕