the first white...

...a white rose

a rose so delicate, living day to day
giving life, through its gentle sway

on wind blown matter, it strives to live
attracting insects, for whom to give

in a motionless wonder, it seeks to find
a new born rose, of the same known kind

in opening its petals, it shows the charm
of its poise, its beauty, its collective calm

roses don't die, they just fade away
to blossom each other on another day

and a white roses beauty is second to none
as i forever will remember her, when she's gone.

poems can lighten the soul... brighten your mood - put a skip in your step - lead to...

a

happy day...

poem by white tiger