poem of the day from mrs b

As I walk down this lonely path,
With all the heartaches and pain,
I came upon a rose.
This rose was like no other.
This rose was once alive and bright.
Now this rose is torn and faded.
As I gazed at this rose,
I began to see something so beautiful,
Something so wonderful.
This rose held something so special,
Although abused, it survived.
It was of love and understanding.
It was of gentleness and caring.
Although it has no glory,
It is in its own right beautiful beyond compare.
One that shall not be forgotten,
And will always be shared.

a rose, by sarah

my favorite flowers: peonies

i wish everyday was filled with peonies