Bottlebrush

Bottlebrush, bottlebrush swishing in the breeze,
Oh how much joy you give of with a ease ,
Your hot red flowers make me give out a grin,
While you are dancing in the wind you also do a little spin,
Your flowers feel like little spikes,
And how it would give off one million likes,
Mother Nature created you with all your glory,
Which can be told in a story, 
Oh how you look bright in the sun,
You just make me wish I was one,
And every day I see you dazzle,
I would wear you to a frazzle,
And everyday when the sun sets,
I know we will do this tomorrow, let's.