Red Roses Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Draw nigh and hear the secret of the day,
A silent whisper of endearment and promise
Like red roses and the lily of the valley.........
A mist that rises on a hot day
And disappears with silent fury
Leaving us in bewildered calm.

Have you seen a red rose wilt
When the sun sparkles on a hot day?
It's like the beauty of a fair maiden
That fades with the passage of time
Left exposed to the elements of life's heated debate.