Dreams, of a garden of beautiful flowers

as a single rose, one sparkling magnet of beauty

watered every day, petted and stroked

treated like a queen, soft and pure

cared to outshine the whole outdoors.

Dreams, as that one rose in a garden

to see the talking hands, the watering can

feel the embrace of the sun

the cool of the wind, the softness of the rain

bathing my petals, keeping me vain.

Dreams, as the only rose in a garden

the queen above the rest

to rule divine and pure, give them all the allure

of my simple petals, my stalk, my stem

invigorate in my beauty

to share it, only with them.

Dreams, as the queen of this garden

bright and exploding, to beckon the faithful hands

to sprinkle me, to treat my friends

even under the dark knighted lamps.

I am their queen in this luscious garden

so mellow and complete

they only need to stick with me

to be gifted, treated sweet.

Honeysuckle, daffodil, marigold, my strong bond with you,

and you others, I am your queen, I do love you too.