Rose, Your Glory Turned To The Sky

Rose, Your Glory Turned To The Sky

Rose, your glory turned to the sky
The sun on your face; the wind's caress
As you whisper as only roses can
The rain, the rain falls softly on your skin.

Rose, your glory turned to the sky,
Perfection, almost pity as the tempest comes
And scatters your petals far and wide

Your perfume comes, goes,
Remains on my hand.
Rose, your beauty is known by
Poets, lovers, artists
From every land.

Copyright: Rani Turton