Poor little Rosebud growing in the yard , hangs her head in sorrow for her life was just too hard.
She never saw the sunshine , never felt the rain , for the weeds and other flowers towered over her as if mocking her with prideful disdain.
Then one day there appeared a gardener whom she had never seen before. He must have come from Heaven, of that she was sure.
His Kind hands gently plucked away each weed , and moved her so that she could see the Sun. This would be a beautiful rose indeed.
Now , no longer saddened by her pitiful state. Now the others would just have to wait. As she reached her lovely petals towards the Sun she knew her long night finally was done.
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Poetry From The Heart
PoetryA collection of poems, some will make you cry, some will make you laugh, some will make you you think, or just cause you to smile, but all come from my heart, eventually finding their way to yours.
