Petals of Love

My garden has roses, a soft pink is just one

It has no leaves on its bush, just flowers glittering in the sun

It's been trimmed to near disaster, but blooms it's very best

The limbs of old and new giving more than some of the rest

Another plant is a climbing red, with many buds, only half in bloom

Climbing its trellis with power, seeking to find more room

The roses it has are brilliantly displayed, woven through arms of glory

Red roses with thorns, reaching for sky, begging to tell a love story

Small whites come next, already giving up their splendor and smells

But, new buds can be found, looking like upside down bells

With new leaves blowing in the wind

The white buds fighting not to bend

Then the king of this pride is my yellow rose

Currently busting in glorious bloom

Watching the others show there envy

Wishing the yellow a serious doom

But it's showing why it's strutting like it's the boss

With new roses in bloom, with minimal loss

And limbs full of new buds and leaves in colorful haze

The Yellow Rose is the brightest in my garden, giving of its beautiful blaze.

Humor by Juzzi

JuzStupid
© April 7, 2001