As walking through a gilded garden,
I happened upon a rose.
And thought, myself, while standing there
amongst the verdant trove.
That I should take her for myself,
and pluck her from her place.
And carry her away with me,
to gaze upon her face.
But as my hand reached out,
to cause this vulgar act.
My conscience whispered in my ear,
a deep and thoughtful fact.
That if I should remove this bud,
and keep it for myself.
I would gain but a single Rose,
and the Garden would lose its wealth.
So I drew back my hand and smiled,
A thought settling in my mind.
That the very same joy I found in her,
would be left for others to find.
Happy Friday, Everyone!