Garden's White Roses

The sun’s rays are

on the garden's white roses

Reflections dance brush-like

painting white, yellow

and pink colours

so proud of themselves

as guardians of innocence

They make no pretension

to challenge beauty

Instantaneous whispers of happiness
rise from the roses
as if all time could hide
in the beauty of the moment

The poet's pen is not strong enough
to tell of their melodies
The roses know this
and smile to her silently.

                    Fide Korkmazer Erken