A Pink Rose
Days come and go,
Hours pass and people flow
This weekend, though,
Time will stop and the moon will glow
The stars will dance
And the birds will chant!
It isn't everyday that a rose is born
A pink one, no less, with sweet flesh tones
She is the star of this summer sky!
A tribute to beauty and all flowers alike
She comes to us by way of luck and through chance
Only to beautify it all with her charm!
She is, of course, the inspiration of this short verse
One heartfelt dedication to her gleaming grace!
August 5, 2000