I am a drop of colour
Beaming amid the sky
I stand so tall upon the ground
Pleasing to the eye
I bob and sway with the breeze
A humble lullaby
You’d think I could be many things
I simply imagine I can fly
I observe the world around me
See many things passing by
During the cycle of my life
Seen many things to cause me to cry
Seen many more to make me smile
And, this is how I get by
I am a rose in succession to many others
Roses of every style
Always,
Deborah
You rose to the occasion with this one.
Ron
most enjoyable And a creative jewel
Love & peace be with you
Merry Christmas
William