Our destiny fights
To smell sweet roses____
Our fate is amazing
As we live to learn,
We learn to live.
A fantasy flight
Our dear Lord shows us,
On angel's wings,
What it means to give____
Rose gardens weren't promised
Yet they always seem to appear.
Life is a precious rose,
And you are free to pick it!
Learn to really SEE with your eyes
And to really LISTEN with your heart.
Stop a moment to smell the roses!
scents of sense by mb, the leprechaun!
Copyright June 22, 1998 Michelle M. Brown