Roses
Roses don’t talk
They just are
Nothing comes in and nothing goes out
Roses stop the thoughts
The thoughts of perfection
Roses stop me from myself
If I feel sad my white roses save me
If I feel alone my garden saves me
The grass is green and alive
My garden reminds me of why we are here
We are here to experience beauty
We are visual creatures
We must find joy in life
We must find a reason to be here
We must find a reason for our journey.
© Katie Fielding
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