Wild rose glows like glowsticks

In the dark, the vines grow like

Fresh bamboo in the jungle.

Their blue roots like a mole

Digging throw the soil, the stem 

Tall as the Eiffel tower but thin as a

Pencil, the leaves big as a plate, but

Heavy a feather the flower red as red, 

Lamborghini and as pink, as

 bright pink highlighter

The purple pollen, that all busy bees

Come collect for their family.

BY JAMIE