Roses

Green Is The Pasture

It is Autumn

We are trimmed and pruned

By the hands that love and care for us

To be ready to catch the Universal bus

It will be calling to pick up 

All of us

We are the roses

Who never supposes

For we know we will always

Be watered

even when there are no hoses

Earth's soil holds all the codes of Moses

I palpitate my circles of light and love
to embrace and engulf you true!