I watched you in your garden, Roses
growing every-where. Flowers were so
lovely, Perfume filled the air. Touching
them so gently, Creating a bouquet,
Tieing yellow ribbons, So they would'nt
blow away. As I left the garden, On that
summer day I turned and looked once
more, Then slowly walked away. I
admire your lovely garden, So happy I
would be, If I were the rosebud, You
touched so tenderly