The Red Roses | Abigail Ayornu
As I walked through the garden one bright morning,
I saw beautiful flowers of all kinds:
Eye-catching, glimmering and sparkling as the sun.
I walked towards where it laid.
A rose! a rose! I screamed with all joy.
I loved red roses, especially, their sweet centered and fragrance smell
Like a perfume smeared on the body.
One rose spoke to me,
Telling me all was well.
I jumped and danced all around.
As a springing youth, I hovered all around in circles.
Throwing arms and legs,
Laughing heartily was all I could do.
It was almost dusk,
But was still there.
As I listened the roses sing to me a song.
The melody! the melody of their voices
Like the bees producing honey from the sugary secretion of plants.
Giving me hope of a better day yet to come:
A dazzling brilliance, of course.