Life resembles a rose bush,
It can be sweet smelling to your nose.
It can be thorny and painful,
It can be beautiful and colorful.
It can be infested with pests,
Needing to be trimmed up, removing the excess.
Clearing out the debris,
Provides the ability to grow free.
With a lot of sunshine and occasional rain,
One thing is for certain, for this you can retain,
Both a rose bush and an individual will continue to bloom,
Year after year, when given the room.
Anna
Be always safe,
Karen
hugs
Fee