Hues of red...Crimson, scarlet, vermilion, carmine, and cherry these petals trumpet their sound. They twist and wind through the shadows of the forest up to the canopy for light. Bright blossoms lift in the light and petals open awaiting a new day.
"Give me odorous at sunrise a garden
of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed."
~Walt Whitman
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