When pink and red entwine, their dreams to share
and climb as one, combining strength and grace,
then will the scents of roses fill the air.
The pink, its petals soft, its scent a rare
and gentle one, will take its rightful place
when pink and red entwine, their dreams to share.
No longer will the wind easily pare
the strengthened petals from the coral face;
then will the scents of roses fill the air.
The red, upon a stem that’s long and fair,
will learn humility and grow in grace
when red and pink entwine, their dreams to share.
No longer will pride outweigh the care
that ‘neath the sun, all have an equal place;
then will the scents of roses fill the air,
and each of them, with petals strong and fair,
will give and take with ease and grow in pace
when red and pink entwine, their dreams to share,
Then will the scents of roses fill the air.
Harvey Stanbrough
