Rambling

"Wild and windblown, that's how you've grown. Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?" Lyric written by Nat King Cole Moving on, never still, You have a restless will. Always searching for something more. Never sure what’s in store. Is there nothing more ? Always on the move. Are you looking to improve? You just cant settle. You’re perfect now, each soft petal. Is there something more? Its true you have a wanderlust. Travelling around for you is a must. Never sure where you will go. I want you to know. You bring splendor wherever you grow. Your scent wafts with the breeze. Who do you travel to please? All the colors in a rainbow. Always your beauty on show. Do you want more? Climbing yonder tree, even after its death. Soft as a baby’s breath. Sweeping across the ground. A place to remain, have you found ? Is there any more ? You have stretched out as far as I can see. Don’t go too far, come back to me. Ramble on, strike a pose. I will always love you, my rambling rose. There’s no more.