Life is Rosy

Sweet morning dew,
Sparkles at the break of dawn.
Rose tinted glasses,
Obscure unsightly objects from view.

I walk, I stop to smell the flowers,
That bloom beneath the trees.
They shine so perfectly,
Shivering in the cool breeze.

Tender light warms my skin,
And the gentle wind whispers to me.
Birds sing gently, music to my ears.
Yes, life is rosy indeed.