There are different coloured roses
That you see
You just have to love them
Or let them be

All this time I've been picking
Some were hard to see
Though they are full of beauty
Too many would disagree

Walking in the gardens
Between me and you
Anyone to know them
Would love you to

Everybody has got
A beautiful bird in their garden
Everybody has got
Something everyone loves to see

Some birds are
Surrounded by stinging bees
It is different how
We all see

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem