The sun rays are
On the garden's white roses
Reflections dance brush-like
Painting white, yellow
And pink colours
So proud of themselves
As guardians of innocence,
They make no pretension
To challenge beauty

Instantaneous whispers of happiness
Rise from the roses
As if all time would hide
In the beauty of this moment

The poet's pen is not strong enough
To tell of their melody
The roses know this
And smile to her silently