English - creative writing

Nottinghamshire, England
Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence
*From the book* She looked at her roses. They were white, some incurved and holy, others expanded in an ecstasy. The tree was dark as a shadow. She lifted her hand impulsively to the flowers; she went forward and touched them in worship,
*Extention*
as she lightly hovered her hands over them they whispered back to her, she tore them away from home they wept, the sky threw paint over the clouds as the sun began to hibernate for the glowing night, the wind whistled to the roses as they murmured back in my delicate hand, she stood there in awe-