Roses

I woke up this morning with my heads in the clouds I think I'll take a walk I said aloud I grab my cloak and my basket too And set out on the path under the sky so blue. The breeze comes by so fresh and crisp And I hide behind a pile of wisp I ponder what to do As I watch the flowers covered in dew. I keep on walking and find an old town And find a place to relax and sit down I notice a young girl standing by the road She looks awful cold I walk over and say hello She looked up at me and her eyes overflowed I was startled to see that she wasn't that old And not a single rose that she held had been sold. I asked her how much her roses were And she answered in a small voice "Howeve­r much you prefer"­ I said " You must of worked hard picking them all," She answered " Oh I did. I had to climb the wall." I looked in her eyes and I started to cry And I said "I'll take them all, even the ones starting to die." She looked up and said " Are you sure?" I nodded and she was a blurr The next thing I knew her little arms were around me I gave her the money and she giggled in glee She said "Thank you so very much. I'll never forget you." Then she ran off up the hill and out of veiw.