A chilling breeze floats on the air, <br />although the sun sends down its glare <br />petals dropp from a pale pink rose... <br />away the sculptor's model goes. <br />How soon a glorious flower can fall <br />and leave so bare that old stone wall <br />but in the spring, petals will renew <br />blooming afresh with silken hue. <br />And a bed of roses, trim and sweet <br />will make the sculptor's life complete.<br /><br />Joyce Hemsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/artistic-garden/
