Playing the name game are we,
Can’t see the roses for the tree,
Life is just a puddle in the grand scheme,
Time does need to traverse it an engine of steam…
Last life I was part and parcel of a pond,
Hopefully that pond with the name Walden,
Maybe a fish I was that nourished Thoreau,
Or a leaf I had become a poem of Nature…
My next life will I be a rose,
To give beauty to those,
For the most beautiful they chose,
My petals carry the scent of the gardeners clothes…
© ed ~ 11/27/05
Maxi-callic rose-ala-ED!!
Love Tinky
If only you knew that indeed you are a rose already and your petals of friendship bloom magnificently.
Peace,
~Rose~
Eaten by a Koala
Or an icky slug
Living in Walla-Walla
Whatever you were
I think it is nice to suppose
That in your next life
You'll come back as a rose.
Cute poem, Ed!!
Take care,
Sherry
Sage