Wild Roses

While the way back home
I saw the wild way side rose
In pink and white they bloom
I surely made them to pose

As they dance in the wind
I along side heartily sing.
It's the best one could find
In the season of spring.

In abundance they grow
Touching the nearby wall
Decorating with their glow
Reaching above to stand tall.

I promised to not pluck
As we exchange pleasantries
And my  got scarf struck
In its thorns and leaves.