Written by: Eve Anderson

A handful of petals
Scattered through the air
Sent with a smile
Watched with a prayer
Each took a seperate path
Gathering it's own triumphs and trials
Many wilted,many died
Leaving dead a part of life not to be
Friendship so like the petals
So many start, so many there
So many letdowns, so many tears
I've wished upon so many petals
But more are buried beneath the dirt
Buried beneath the tears, buried beneath the hurt
Yet, one still gently drifts in the breeze
One beautiful, fair, graceful
Coming to rest, it begins to bloom
Filling the air with sweet, fragrant perfume
But to no surprise is this fragrance oh so sweet
For all of nature knows
There's nothing sweeter than a rose