White roses

A poem about innocence and roses

Lying upon a bed of white roses,

the petals fluttering gently in the wind,

just like snow falling from the sky,

such a beautiful sight to behold,

innocence just like a child's heart,

their purity shining from their souls,

looking up at the floating petals,

brings peace and bliss upon me,

like a cleansing blanket of beauty,

a child running gracefully through the petal field,

let their silent joy be praised,

and let their deepest secrets stay hidden,

trapped within the layers of the white roses.