Wild Roses of Spring

When the world is on your shoulders
And your back hunched from the load
When your path is often uphill
There’s not a flat spot on the road

Then its time to smell the roses
Pink petals ‘mongst the green
Their scent perfumes the woodland
As they brighten up the scene

Take a moment to enjoy them
Pink blossoms in the spring
They have survived the winter
And are flourishing again