The velvety red rose, beauty so soft, with your warm inviting scent, lovely as can be.
The wild rose, growing so free, sharing life, so happy to just be.
All alone, the rose bush stands. Wondering if someone will come along to smell it’s fragrance. The color is intense. But watch out! The thorns will prick your fingers if you try to pick it.
I am in love with roses. I think they represent everything beautiful. When I look at a rose, I see science, art, math and the universe.
From Anita’s garden to her mom. For the memory of a beautiful soul who’s journey moved on. Her soul’s energy took a path away from the body that was not healthy anymore. Her spirit energy is around the rose moved from Anita’s to her mothers garden.
Love and Peace always to her family.
The cold red rose
It waits in the cold, no more fragrance.
The lone rose, left for someone special.