Two Rose in my Garden of Weeds

I live in a garden with thorns and weeds
Where nothing good grows though I plant the seeds
My seasons go by winter, spring, summer and fall
And I see nothing but weeds through them all.

My garden is home to sorrow and dispare
I wonder when love will grown or if I should care
A heart of thorns is what I have sown
Not knowing in new life my garden would have grown.

But one fated winters eve I saw a green arm
That was desting to grow, so I kept it warm
That winter determined to see that it grew
Hoping and praying for a seed never sew.

At last spring came and the bud was no more
Replaced by a flourishing rose bush questing to soar,
And soar it did higher and wider than any other
So I called it Felicia a name for a mother.

Mid-spring came and my bush became a mother
A tiny rose bloomed with beauty like no other
And Chyanne was the name I gave to that rose of the way
And watched it as my garden grew and it still does to this day.