LIFE IS STILL SWEET

  

This morning I heard the roses crying

Because the world was so mean . . .

Then in the mist of morning I heard

It’s far worse than it seems . . .

The dew drops from their pedals

As time moves at its own pace.

 

As I walked in the mist of morning

In my heart I know . . .

This beauty that’s laid before me

Is more precious than silver or gold.

 

The dew drops from their pedals . . .

And the wind dances at their feet –

Yes the world has gone mad . . .

But here in my garden life is still sweet!

 

Epaphroditus© September 18, 2023