"Roses"
by: APS
Roses are as sweet as honey
and as soft as feathers.
Morning dew dresses the pedals
of the white rose.
So fragile that the softest
touch could destroy it.
Genttly brushed by the lips.
the dew runs with fright.
As the pedals fall one by one a little
breeze carrys it's beauty across
baby blue skys, open medows,
and dark swapms that are so softly
lit with light.