K is for Kaffir Lily
Latin name: Clivia miniata
In gardens bright, where colors meet,
The Kaffir Lily blooms, so sweet.
With flowers orange, like fiery sun,
In gardens fair, where day is done.
In clusters tight, they proudly stand,
A sight to see, across the land.
Their petals bold, like flames they rise,
In gardens green, beneath blue skies.
With each new dawn, they greet the light,
A symbol of hope, so pure and bright.
Their blooms may fade, but their spirit thrives,
In hearts and gardens, where beauty survives.
So let us cherish, this flower rare,
The Kaffir Lily, beyond compare.
For in its bloom, we find a clue,
To strength and beauty, both old and new.
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