![]() When the Sunshine hits the RosesA Poem by Mandi![]() I had this scene printed in my mind so i did a second draft of it. Here it is! Enjoy!![]() When the sun shines on a path of roses, Things calm down a bit. The bees back away for a second, to reflect "what is happening?"
A little hummingbird stops his busy Flapping to take a second and look at the Roses. They’re changing! The one’s that were Once little sprouts, now have full petals!
A lady walking passed them notices a single bud then it eases open into twelve velvety petals. She enjoyed the picture for a moment and smiles warmly, Then continues her pace along the sidewalk.
Most people don’t stop to smell the roses, Plenty of them pass right by too busy to even notice. Even the green leaves around the roses, Are marvelous, but no one is there to admire them.
But one little boy decides to enjoy the scene, And is now taking whiffs from the beautiful red and white flowers. A fragrant smell fills his little nostrils. An aroma of hygiene; crispness, and warmth.
Oh, but only for a second. For the flowers are now changing colors! The white roses turn golden And look warm and fresh.
The red roses turn to a deep maroon. And finally more people notice. But decide to stop a moment and smell. It’s not just the smell, the sight of the roses.
They lure people over to sit on a bench Or just stand and watch. Soon people from all around are crowding them. But after the short five minutes,
The sun sets and is no longer shining As much on the roses. They are now back To normal; a dull red and white. But they are still pretty, just different.
But people will remember this fresh occurrence And maybe come back to enjoy it sometime. So maybe you should take a moment to stop When the sunshine hits the roses. © 2009 MandiAuthor's Note
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