ROSES
By George Eliot 1819-1880
You love the roses - so do I. I wish
They sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
I chose this this poem because it just has really soft and calming words. It has a happy mood to it.
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