Above the Thorn

I watched you in your garden,
roses growing everywhere.
Flowers were so lovely,
perfume filled the air

Touching them so gently,
creating a bouquet
Tied with yellow ribbons,
so they would'nt blow away

As I left the garden,
on that summer day
I turned and looked once more,
then slowly walked away

I admire your lovely garden
so happy I would be,
if I were the rosebud
you touched so tenderly.

Heather Burns