Tears Become A Rose I watched my teardrop fall to the ground, It mingled with many more teardrops. I wiped my face gently, Assuming the flowing tears would stop. I wish all my tears would become a rose, Then I would have a reason for my tears. Earth would be a soft petal of many colors, Through out the year. Taking my breath away in awe, In amazement I would watch her beauty unfold. Nature’s perfume would float sweetly through the air, And forever the fragrance would be there to behold. Caught up in a magical illusion, That one can see. Floating on a petal, My emotions swept away from me. Letting myself fly with the winds, The rose petals surround me. Forgetting there is a world underneath, In my world of rose petals I am free. I would share my rose petals with everyone, The rose petals would always brighten a sad face. No one will ever again cry a tear for any reason, The passion in the heart of a rose petal would be ours to embrace. Knowing this is just a magical illusion, It is time for me to come back down to the ground. Life is an adventure and tears are a part of life, I have to find my happiness by changing it around. Each step I take without saying a word, As I watched my teardrops fall. My footsteps would tread softly on the watered petals, As I watched the beauty of it all. Written By: Debra A. {Witt} Roberts Copyright © February 14, 2004 Poem No. 175 THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE
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