A delicate rose, A beauty of nature, A cycle of life
Past, present and future
Some no longer see, The sensational array
Of miraculous happenings, Always on display
The miracle of the rose, The spirit of the wind
Dusk to dawn, Souls transcend
Every moment replayed
Miraculous transformations
Between darkness and light, Energetic vibrations
Every breath we breathe, And all within sight
When a dream comes true. When a heart feels love
All life on earth. Every star above
From the moment of awakening, Until it is time to unwind
When all eyes drift shut, And the sun no longer shines
A ring of miracles, Circle everyday, A seed is sewn and soon will grow
The beginning of a new cycle, A Divine, spectacular show
Walking around with our eyes closed, No longer able to see
The miracle of the rose
Renee Robinson
My favorite photographer, Anne Geddis:
