As sweetly as the rose blooms,
One assumes summer is near or here.
Roses are glorious, softly silky,
Sensuous, voluptuous richness.
No flower completes, let alone beats the rose,
As it grow with luxurious layers of carefully folded petals,
Perfectly shaped buds of promise opening out to reveal velvety beauty.
The rose delights by sight, touch and fragrance,
In oh so many a stunning variety.
Petals unfurl, uncurl but only slowly, gradually, after the beauty of the buds.
Then the rose seems to thi
As sweetly as the rose blooms,
One assumes summer is near or here.
Roses are glorious, softly silky,
Sensuous, voluptuous richness.
No flower completes, let alone beats the rose,
As it grow with luxurious layers of carefully folded petals,
Perfectly shaped buds of promise opening out to reveal velvety beauty.
The rose delights by sight, touch and fragrance,
In oh so many a stunning variety.
Petals unfurl, uncurl but only slowly, gradually, after the beauty of the buds.
Then the rose seems to think it her duty to stun us,
By a most glorious tapestry of colour.
If I had to grow one flower only,
Just as this my choice is the tulip in spring,
It would have to be the rose in summer.
For surely nothing makes the garden look more beautiful,
Or decorates the house more finely
Than the opulent, sweetly scented rose.
Lord, everything that is beautiful comes from Your hands. Thank You for the joy of the rose in its fragrance,
beauty and wide range of colour. To walk in a garden of roses is to glimpse heaven! Amen.
11.06.15
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