Roses in the Snow by Glynn
Serenity Resident
When I was young, Not yet old enough to realize
I would ask my Mom, Just what is rarest prize
She'd wink then reply: You must wait until the fallen snow
And then as you walk, Look for the roses that bloom below
Last night I was awakened by a brilliant hue.
Not the sky but the heavens were shakened by this cerulean blue
Across this path of nocturnal shade was you in the corner of the room
Bathed in a light that will never fade was my cherished blossom in full bloom
