Flame Tree

I rest my hand on the burning flower

It stings, yet it

it is so beautiful

There are so many, so many things

I could love

a mewing cat, a quiet song

But my burning flower

it is gorgeous

exquisite

a fiery passion

So I rest under the tree

golden red flower in my hand

People may judge me, people may hate it

But I love to rest

with my beautiful flame tree