Its petals softened
in the rain of summer
and the cool evening
breeze of spring and fall,
as a heart with tender
love and understanding;
this was no ordinary rose
yet one tended to be
the master gardener
and no one else.

Its colors indescribable
as it was not one
but in the light
it deepened or shaded
to attract not attention
but respect and love;
for in the hues of morning
and bright rays of the day
then the subtle moon glow,
it was different always.

This is Halle's rose
whom we would call
Catherine at times
but it is not always;
for the rose is always
illusive to the eye
and Halle's gentle spirit
would have one and all
to share the beauty
she's sees gently blossom.

So for another it might be
a Tiffany, or Stefany;
to Suzanne a Heidi;
to Linda a Jason;
to Debi a Sarah or Kevin;
mattereth not the name
or the who for Halle's rose
is always in wonder
of the love and tenderness
of the summer's rain.