Rose Vine

I climbed the rose vine looking for a beautiful rose.

Each time I made progress, I seemed to bleed

because of the vast number of Thorns

at the time I'm sure to give up

the sun will come out and send it's rays to comfort me

A rainbow will form so that I can climb to the top

and a gentle breeze will blow me into

a garden of roses

Of course, when I decide to try again

the thorns will pierce me.

(c) 1988 by Heidi Collins