The Yellow Rose
The angels danced the day the sky was born,
They calle upon their friends the start, "rejoice with us, the sky
But, no refrein was heard in reply, those start though many could
not be found. The angels thought for all their friends, in heavens
above and earth below.
"Where are our friends?" those angels cried. "Where have they
gone, where do they hide?" Without, within they search, till eyes
wied open they gazed in awe.
A single star was found
This star though one, was bright, she shone with all her might.
Sung in sweet refrain, the song of glory till stopping she cast her
A rose was seen, yellow, aglow. Shining more brightly that our
star up high, she opened her heart and burst forth her light.
"Rejoice with me, the sky is born."
by Stephen Hole, December 2003