The Rose

The rose leans,

Whispering smiles on faces,

in a field of joy and happiness.

It’s petals swaying calmly,

The glossy leaves

as shiny as a twinkling star,

The sweet smell of valentines 

freshening the peoples harts 

The roots grow 

like children getting taller,

The stem stands

quietly and patiently waiting,

To get picked and put into a bouquet of flowers.