Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Rose Arbor


We all live in a world
of staggering beauty,
but in order to see it . . .

We must be willing
to look past the thorns
on the stem of the rose.

We must sift the silt
from the pan
to find the gold.

We must learn to cherish,
even though they are flawed,
the beautiful ones in our lives
before they are gone.