Roses and Friends
Roses blooming late in spring ,
Fresh and green reach for the sky
Wanting everything to make them sing
Rains come and go ,leaving the sunshine
along the road to make it grow
Gardeners reap the benefit of beauty and love
Cultivating flowers like doves
beauty lies in the attraction of hope and sky
Making friends with everyone with witty replies
Caressing the earth , embodying the beauty that make them lie
In fertile ground ,my best colors I send
Red ,red lips of colors fly
Reflecting the passion of earth and sky
Desiring to grow roses as reflections, cared with love and affection
The gardener cultivates flowers to perfection
At times weeds creep in ,attracted by foreign things
alongside the road , Leaving you alone to wonder
What they really wanted you to bring
Some roses leave u wanting more
Than bitter leaves and growing pains
Fields of colors, all restored
Fresh from harvest, fresh from the rain
Till all that’s left to you in return
is beauty, gained in full measure, lying in vain
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