A SINGLE ROSE
The world is spinning,
oh so fast.
The summer came,
but did not last.
I look around in dire need,
of peace and tranquility.
Turning,
I spot a single rose,
with dew drops
upon its nose.
Suddenly,
everything seems calm.
I'm all alone
in natures palm.
Not a word I hear;
not a word I speak,
I'm a child again,
soft and meek.
© 1988 ReNae | |