Roses Speak
Something deep in the heart of a rose
Is tender beyond compare
Like the first blush of dawn or a baby’s yawn
It touches hearts everywhere.
Though mute, they inspire compassion
In a gentle way all their own . . .
Imagine a world without roses
Or a place where no roses are grown!
If roses spoke for the people,
The world would have peace overnight
Nothing to solve, or bargain,
But a rosy world, blooming bright!
By Marge Powell
Sun City,
Arizona
American
Rose Annual 1968
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