Rose's Wild Garden

It was a seed of love from where the wild flower garden sprang ideal for my sweet Rose even though some call wild they are tame to place them in a box or trusses frame a thought of beauty not so fragile after all bending in the wind as It was there duty as they raise sun shining in standing taller after the rain colors seem brighter than before eyeing the daises mane climbing up and down around runs the wild peas higher than queen Ann’s a little red the wild carrot pleads the yellow bush abreast the fire with golden rod looking plain a cornflower for hire spilt a hibiscus cup got a chicory stain humming bird’s heart panting a midst the honeysuckle treat sweet-sour lying short and the jack-in-the-pulpit face red like a beat as the fern plays the wild fiddle with forest green refrain on the edge of the field swaying dances of the wild grains