The Rose

Friendship is a garden,
A gift from God above.
He plants a tiny seed,
And sprinkles it with love.

Our Father tends to this flower,
Watching while it grows,
And then before you know it,
This flower is a rose.

This giggling, joyful spirit
Is but a planted seed,
But somewhere in this garden
It could be just what I need.

~ Alyssa Marie Bentham ~

[ by: Alyssa Marie Bentham, Copyright © 2007 (bgbentham@yahoo.com) -- submitted by: Alyssa Bentham ]