The Rose Of Sharon

in a corner on a table on a spread of ivory lace framed and kissed by pastel colors dancing through a crystal vase scarlett red its peddles opened in full bloom taking nothing but the sun shine leaving fragrance in the room. hands reached out with out a reason crused and brused the peddles so causing yet a sweeter fragrance as the crimsum colors flow. ugly thorns had never mard it thow a crown of thorns he wore .