A poem written by Lee Sonogan
“Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.” – W. Somerset Maugham
Petals tap and dance!
The pot calling the kettle,
Yack, darting bud prance.
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses. – Oscar Wilde