I am no poet
But I try to express myself through photography
So here is my attempt at poetry, but don’t judge too harshly since I am only a novice.
For the past couple of years
the roses in my backyard never bloomed.
They had a gloomy bubble over them,
even when the sun rose.
But this winter,
it poured and poured,
Until the creek was full.
Then spring came and my mom called;
she said “Come down and look at these roses”
For they have reappeared again.