Pink roses

By our Cheeky Monkey website manager and guest writer Addison West

I woke up early on a September Sunday somewhat grumpy for reasons I cannot remember.

As I skulked through Carroll Gardens doing my errands for the day, the nice weather lifted my spirits slightly.

My last stop was a flower shop for something to bring home to my partner.

Later, walking down my block with the bunch of pink roses I had picked out, I heard a man say: “Wow! ¡Qué lindo!”

I turned and saw my barber and his buddies working on a car.

“¿Para tu novia?” he asked with a smile.

Yes, I said.

I was no longer grumpy.

Penned with ink from rainbows

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Amidst the green leaves aplenty

Angels leave their autographs 

Penned with ink from rainbows

Scented with heavenly fragrances

Sweet delicate poetry for the eyes

Displaying beauty beyond imagination

Inviting the fairies to dance in celebration 

In a world full of troubles and strife

There will always be flowers