Grateful for the rose bush tucked away unseen,
As spring unfurls, my hopeful eyes see some green,
One little rose bud plays peekaboo,
To the winter I bid adieu.
Grateful for the beats the drummers play,
The peppy tunes making my day,
As I dance unbound, and twirl around,
My ears hear the magical sound.
Grateful for the cake the baker bakes,
Varied flavours, and scented glaze,
As I smell the heavenly aroma with a joyous smile,
And bite in the piece, soft, spongy, fragile.
Written as a Friday Reflection, prompted by Sanchie Vee who blogs at Living My Imperfect Life