She was dreams, zephyrs and rivers locks of wildflowers were her hair In the long, warm days of summer she was the coolness in the air In a tale, she was the flower that survived the harshest winds In a drought, she held the rainfall with hope of life beyond her grief For in this dream there was a desert where a rose grew with gentle ease A desert rose that in that climate stood tall and graceful against the breeze Desert Rose Giselle V. Steele  |