Roses to Cope

Color of beauty
Field of hope

Sight in mind
Roses to cope

Peace of mind
Sets within

Relaxation in deed
Brings on a grin

In the field as we sit
The air takes our breath away

As the beauty of the roses
Conquers all eyes another day

The touch of the hand leaves the rose
As petals fall gracefully
To the ground

The smell of the roses brings sweet fragrance
As the wind carries it swiftly
Through the field

By Sarah White Dove Fallow