Flame of the Woods Flower: A Poem

POEM

In gardens green, where sunlight streams,

Ixora wakes, a burst of dreams.

A humble shrub, a sturdy friend,

With fiery hues that never end.

Each tiny bloom, a crimson spark,

Four petals pressed against the dark.

"Jungle Flame," the people say,

"Flame of the Woods," that lights the way.

In golden light, it finds its grace,

A splash of red in every place.

A simple joy, a vibrant hue,

Ixora blooms, forever true.