I looked to the mountains
And there she was,
Lending her beauty
To the snow caps,
Reminding them it was Spring.
She is a special rose.
I looked to the valley
And there she was,
Teaching the wildflowers
How to be beautiful,
Showing them her secret.
She is a special rose.
The blackeyed susans weep,
The lillies hang their heads,
The violets dance with anxiety,
The other roses envy her exquisitness,
She is a special rose.
She is Babbles'rose.
A Special Friend