Free and willing, <br />Wind in her peddles, <br />Rising and falling. <br />The rose is calling, <br />'Come to me, <br />Smell my scent.' <br />See the birds, <br />Like Heaven sent, <br />They go to the well. <br />The rose, <br />She calls, <br />'My necter is filling, <br />My color is toneing, <br />My spirit is strong. <br />Please come <br />And hear my song.<br /><br />Melanie Weeks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rose-53/
