Rare Flower.
Nothing burns as hot as passion.
Thats why it hurts,
When it burns wrongly.
Don Ralph led Elle through the lush greenery of his garden, the sun warming their skin and a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around them. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the chirping of birds added a cheerful melody to their stroll.
Elle marveled at the stunning array of plants and flowers that surrounded her. She couldn't help but admire the vibrant colors and intricate patterns of each one. Don Ralph walked with her, pointing out various plants and sharing their names and unique features.
"This is a rose bush," he said, gesturing towards a stunning red bloom. "It's one of my favorites."
Elle leaned in to take a closer look at the velvety petals. "It's gorgeous," she said, smiling. "You really have a green thumb, Don Ralph."
He chuckled. "I've been working on this garden since I returned to England."