The Roses Love Her

She winds around the yard defining where home begins and where it ends.
She envelopes home in her boundary, holding dearest worldly things within,
Keeping outside at a distance...but not too far.
She protects, defines, beautifies, and shields.
The roses love her white ways and wrap around her,
As they grow into their final beauty, under her shadow.
She offers a resting place for weary birds,
While the trees cast their daily shadows on her,
Telling their secrets only to her, knowing she is true.
She sees the first light of day and the last shadow at night.
She stands silently, a faithful friend.