So whispers the wind
in the garden that you make.
Sssh...
So whispers the wind
in the winter rich with thorns.
Ssssh...
So whispers the wind
when the seasons are changing.
Ssssh...
So whispers the wind
to the roses that yet resemble each other.
Sssh...
So whispers the wind
when beauty passes like a dream.
Ssssh...
So whispers the wind
to the hundred year roses.
Ssssh...
So whispers the wind
when the garden awakens.
Ssssh...
So whispers the wind
to your pretty rose tree.
Sssh...
So whispers the wind
in your secret hour of hours.
Sssh...
So whispers the wind
to the rose of Yeats and Blake.
Sssh...
So whispers the wind
as the days grow warmer.
Ssh...
So whispers the wind
to a rose unlike any other.
Sssh...
So whispers the wind
as you tend the rose.
~XineAnn