Whilst wondering through the rose garden
My thoughts can celebrate
Worries and woes wait for me
Outside the garden gate
As I greet each rose with a gentle touch
Or a moments stay
I’m offered a gift so fragrant
I may spend the day
How delicate each petal
Does balance for a while
Its waiting for a passer by
To see it and to smile
Written by Athey Thompson
Tales of the old forest faeries 