"A FLOWER STORY FOR EVERYONE!"

This is a poem about flowers, roses, and you all as you tread your roads of life of unicorns, & flowers.

I always stop and smell the roses!

When I write

I write about events and what is in sight,

Or what is out of sight,

When I write

It is not all about me,

Cause I am out of sight!

Busy as a bee

That smells the flowers and

Love the ocean sand

As one begins life’s journey

At birth

No one knows their worth

As they move onto life’s path

Of ups and downs,

And clowns,

And clouds of rain,

But not pain.

Smell the roses,

As you walk along your journey in time,

As this helps you stay sublime

To smell the roses

Of how you disclose of roses

Of all the colors of the rainbow

Of the seeds you sow in time,

To hangout a rose pedal over the rainbow,

To live again, to express your inner being,

Of how you walk and talk,

To sway t the trees and birds

As they fly over your head.

Opps! A seagull turd

On your head

As you stopped to smell the scent of the peace rose,

Instead

Ignoring the negative turd

Of the bird

That reminds you of vibes of your sides.

Of your empathy and sympathy to glide

Into the new year,

Without a tear.

Go forward with a smile,

And flowers in your hair

All the while

Without a care

It is the garden of sunshine & roses

To bundle up in a cup,

To drink up

All the sunshine

To fill your body up,

As half full cup

Not half empty!

You are happy,

As can be

To smell the rose in your hair

Cause you do care.

Move forward.

Move ahead!

Listen to your brain

As the new year begins

Completely sober and sane.

Written by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

copyright 2025

Trusselli Art