A flower so graceful
And fragile all the same,
Redder than blood,
Might seem it's aflame
The winds are so harsh
To its crimson red petals,
Redder than blood
And so very special
Year after year
It blooms all again,
Fragile in frame
Yet brighter than the flame
And fragile all the same,
Redder than blood,
Might seem it's aflame
The winds are so harsh
To its crimson red petals,
Redder than blood
And so very special
Year after year
It blooms all again,
Fragile in frame
Yet brighter than the flame