_The flowers bloomed higher than ever before_

_Up to the heavens they seemed to sore_

_They exploded like fireworks in the night_

_With all their red, what a beautiful site_

Margaret looked at the beginning of her poem, she was satisfied with the beginning but had no idea where it would go next. The flowers were blooming higher than she had ever seen before. They were reaching to the sky beyond the plants that surrounded them. The reds were brilliant and she looked ahead and saw a man standing there admiring the view, and pointed the camera towards her with a smile crossing his face.

Margaret began walking toward the young man and heard the familiar click of his camera. He took several more photos of the girl in red on the path, and walked away whistling the tune ‘Lady in Red’.

Margaret would never see that young man again, or even know his name but she would always remember the day on the path of red flowers reaching for the sky. The day she was amongst amazing beauty captured in the photo she received in the mail, and her poem finally came together.

_The flowers bloomed higher than ever before_

_Up to the heavens they seemed to sore_

_They exploded like fireworks in the night_

_With all their red, what a beautiful site_

_Captured in a photo for all to see_

_The lady in red, yes that is me_

_The path it is the center of the picture for all_

_The flowers they stand forever tall_

_Yes these flowers are beautiful inspire_

_Red like the hottest fire_

_So enjoy the beauty around even it is small_

_The beauty it never need be tall_

_Even if this poem it never attracts attention_

_I hope the beautiful flowers you will mention_