~ My Fragrant Garden ~

This world is like a garden
where roses bloom along the way,
Some will fly off to sprout elsewhere
While some forever stay.

My own Fragrant Garden blooms
each with their special face...
All my blossoming friends, 
bless my heart with bountiful grace.

The wonder of a rose,
like the beauty of friendship, 
flourishes in a perfect niche.
God alone knows the climate
Why some loveliness we cherish.

There is diversity in friends 
some briefly perfume our paths
 and are just as dear,
 as others who bloom close to us,
year after precious year.

Some are vibrant,
glowing with color so bright,
we know they are smiling,
all through the darkest night.

Others are of delicate color,
gentleness in their heart, 
 and from them....
we can never feel apart.

 These special flowers pop up,
miraculously along the way,
each adding their own delightful joy
to each appointed day.