Rose Garden

Where I want to be,

Nowhere else but the rose garden, As I walk the path, My senses are awakened, By the bright, colourful petals,

Fresh, sweet scent, A beautiful sight to behold, A renewed sense of optimism, love and hope, Some ask why is it made to wilt and wither Not to withstand the passing of time, The harshest of weather, To many it had lived its purpose, With pride and dignity, To flourish and shine, And bring joy to those who stop by, The rose garden