As I strolled through the mornings mists,
I came upon an Angels Rose.
Translucent, trancendence, left for me?
Not even a faint touch of wind, could be felt upon thy skin,
A calming, a warming,
Like the light of Life, given by a mother to one within.
Soft, gentle, a fragrance of grace.
So fragile, yet so bold in nature, Angelic and in taste.
A true gift to ones soul.
So to the Angels, I will forever embrace.
--- Robert Richard Hollingsworth jr.