Dressed In Roses Poem by Lisa Marie Mottert

Carefree, flourished with love
Spritzed with gold from God above
All different colors to choose
A bouquet refreshed and renewed
Oh, how much fun it would be-
To wear roses in everlasting glee
Plucked is the thorny black rose
Thrown to the vacant unknown
Whisked away in pastel pink
White purifies the mind to think
Red dramatically takes a bow
Yellow becomes a friend somehow-
Spiral of beauty takes domain
Coloring a tapestry, safe and sane.