Golden sands of sifting time
Spills dna silt to expose,
Helen, Mona and Norma Jean
Guided firm by natures repose.
Searching roots thirsty grip
Channel souls of beauty for the stunning rose,
Fair maidens blushed cheeks long since gone
Now behold in the petals folds.
Eyes delight magic evermore untold
Ken e Hall
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-and-the-rose/
