More Than MayThe Rose is growing more and moreEach passing day.As the tears of rain wash the painAway.The waterfalls fall upon you as youStand in place.Although cleansing and refreshingIt takes you to bay.As your roots grab a hold ofThe earth.Your blossoms open to express yourMirth.All this takes place in more monthsThan just, the month of May.August 11, 2009By: Cathy Young
