Beautiful Red Petals

This is a poem that I made up:

In a world of beautiful red petals I look up from chalk and smell the sweet fragrance

 . . . of roses.

With leaves of deep green, I pause and smell and wonder.

It reminds me of a house with a rose bush from which I picked petals,

 the day we were to move.

It's been three years, but still the fragrance comes back from those same petals.

It's a moment of wonder, a moment of thanks to God.

I still have those rose petals, dry and crusty with age, in a box where I keep my special things.

The beautiful red petals . . . the very same beautiful red petals.