"THE TALE OF THREE"

From the mystic isles
 Where summer is year round
 There blooms an enchanting Rose
 That grew from Sacred ground

 Tall with no thorns
 And petals seemingly made of silk
 She overlooks the Ocean
 From atop of a hill

 Her stem is strong
 Never to be felled by wind or rain
 Absolutely a perfect flower
 With a perfect name

 Siobhan
 Doesn't it sound like a song
 She has stood firm on golden sands
 For many centuries long

 There is no other Rose
 that can compare
 She is one of a kind
 Unique and rare

 Now for the tale of a diamond
 One of extravagant beauty pure
 Formed within the rocks of the Mount of Helen
 There is no denying its allure

 In a place where
 Gold has been found
 Yet this stone is the treasure
 That holds the crown

 Light in color,a pink Sapphire
 Fore she is called Amandalyn the true and fair
 Queen of the day and Winter
 Her castle rests at the bottom of Heaven's stairs

Made of stunning cut,karat,and clarity
 unbreakable by any means
 To find and claim her
 Is every explorer's dream

 Though that is not her destiny
 She is never to be owned
 Only to rule in her magnificence
 From her mountain throne

 Lift your eyes to the clouds
 You won't have to look far
 She emerges from the Forest
 To scale the stars

 Her wings spread wide
 under the Moon she soars
 The one, Mary of Redwood
 The Night Owl of yore

 Guardian of the trees
 Mistress of the flight
 Gliding along the thermals
 Masterfully she rules the sky

 Silently drifting,hunting her prey
 With a keen sense of depth and perception
 In the dark she is without equal
 Unparallel strategy and stealth are her adaptations

 Glaucidium Aegolius,the symbol
 Of wisdom and grace
 When she cries her song
 It speaks of the origin from which she came

 Come
 Listen
 Ear to the air
 Hear it play