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.