A Rose of Another Color in Covina, California
In Covina’s gentle breeze, there blooms a rose so rare,
Not crimson red, nor ivory white, but a hue beyond compare.
A blossom kissed by twilight, in shades of vibrant glow,
A palette rich and varied, where dreams and colors flow.
Its petals soft and velvet, in hues of midnight skies,
A radiant burst of wonder, beneath California’s eyes.
Amidst the gardens lush and green, it stands in proud display,
A testament to beauty, in a most enchanting way.
By day it catches sunlight, in a dance of light and shade,
By night it whispers secrets, in moonlit serenade.
A symbol of diversity, where every petal sings,
Of colors intertwined like dreams in flight on angel’s wings.
Oh, rose of other colors, in Covina’s heart you thrive,
A beacon of what beauty can be when hues and hearts collide.
Your essence fills the summer air, a fragrant, tender tale,
Of nature’s boundless artistry, where imagination sails.
This is an ode to a city I carry deep in my heart. Everyone’s California journey is unique, but mine was beautifully sidetracked by love in Covina, where the parrots cry.
YOU SHOULD OF DONE IT THIS WAY……..