Suppose this flower I hold in my hand
Could speak of need for presence, reveal
How to exist, with quiet understanding,
Of what being a rose brings to life's zeal.
...
Read full text
A scented rose, a sturdy tree, and a rock to comfort thee the rose's life short and free, ten time yours is for the tree! the rock, weathered, by wind and rain has leaned patience in its reign
Oh my Fay; what a treasure. Was not expecting something so perfectly beautiful and deep. This is a work of art. Thank you; made my day for sure.
A most beautiful poem describing such lovely thoughts....thankyou I enjoyed reading this.... Ruthie