Roses and Friends

Roses blooming late in spring , Fresh and green reach for the sky Wanting everything to make them sing Rains come and go ,leaving the sunshine along the road to make it grow Gardeners reap the benefit of beauty and love Cultivating flowers like doves beauty lies in the attraction of hope and sky Making friends with everyone with witty replies Caressing the earth , embodying the beauty that make them lie In fertile ground ,my best colors I send Red ,red lips of colors fly Reflecting the passion of earth and sky Desiring to grow roses as reflections, cared with love and affection The gardener cultivates flowers to perfection At times weeds creep in ,attracted by foreign things alongside the road , Leaving you alone to wonder What they really wanted you to bring Some roses leave u wanting more Than bitter leaves and growing pains Fields of colors, all restored Fresh from harvest, fresh from the rain Till all that’s left to you in return is beauty, gained in full measure, lying in vain