Is there anything more beautiful
Than a rose about to bloom,
You can hear loved ones voices
Before they enter the room;
Tomorrow is but a breath away
But held in outstretched hands,
Events that have not happened
Sweeter than today’s demands;
The moment of anticipation
Is oft greater than it’s arrival,
The thought of making it
Greater than it’s survival;
Give me the rosebud with it’s potential
Let me stand halfway up the slope,
Give me the future in all it’s glory
For things not yet achieved, give me hope.
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