No question who will win the bout. Give them space or they'll lash out. Rose She has a childlike, impish grin and a twinkle in her eye. Tresses streaked with molten gold, daisies in her tangled hair. She strolls in sunken gardens with the rose beds set in squares.
Roses peek out everywhere, buds with promises to come.
Full blown flowers in their prime, other faded on the ground. Warm fragrance swirls and fills my nose. Memories form and cloud my eyes. This place has beauty of behold where darting butterflies abound. Pleasure fills my heart to see this young and beautiful grandchild.