Rose

Small as a daisy

But rosey instead

As she lies there, so still

Asleep in her bed

Her small petal hands

Not yet unfurled

And gold pollen hair

On this sweet little girl

The tiny dew eyes

Lie without a sound

As she breathes in the air

Of the world all around

And a soft winter lullaby

Of the trees and the wind

Will help her to sleep

'Til the spring comes again