Softly, softly the breezes come.
Gently, gently they linger some,
Caressing the roses where they grow,
Releasing perfume to ebb and flow.
A whispering of petals all a flutter,
Watchful eyes know, time for the shutter.
One bud holds, focused, an aesthetic thought.
While another photo is perfectly caught.
This photo is just gorgeous, so delicate and simple, yet powerful.
Softly, softly the breezes come.
Gently, gently they linger some,
Caressing the roses where they grow,
Releasing perfume to ebb and flow.
A whispering of petals all a flutter,
Watchful eyes know, time for the shutter.
One bud holds, focused, an aesthetic thought.
While another photo is perfectly caught.