Only a Geranium

It is only a geranium blooms with steady scorches unswerving loyal drizzles and swells with glorious colours that seldom waver to impressions as one passes by I am only there to contribute, take from such beauty all that I can endure and perhaps as I gain courage seed a few more each weekend until the mornings consist of fresh perceptions captivating admiration and if I need to escape, walk out the back gate, it is only because I often forget to remind myself it is only a geranium.