I wrote this last summer... It was orriginally titled, House Of Green... But that doesn't quite fit...

I was in a 'fantasy' frame of mind... It's not complete though... Just sort of stops so I apologize for that... Please review... I need all of the help I can get...

Giver of Roses

Step through the door

Into a parlor of Green.

Where the light is quite poor

And little is seen.

Where sits an old woman of silvery hair

In a battered green old rocking chair.

Winding a thread of emerald hue

Around mountains of jade under a sky midnight blue.

Humming the notes of songs quite old--

Of battles, elves, and dragons stone cold.

Stitching the cares of many dreams

Into the perfect lavender seams.