The Rose |
The rose does compose, reams of dreams
Lofty leaves on thorny stem seams Its lovely scent, succulent and sweet Within all of nature, it is very unique. The beauty of a rose has no equal. Other than its bouquet, bonded in sequel. Its fragrance commands embrace of all For nothing is nature surpasses its call. A lonely heart knows, looking at a rose. Its beauty will blend with sweet repose. Life has never been bleak or bland With rose petals caressing your hand The rose represents life as a whole Times of thorns that bleeds our soul. Fragrances of love shown at its best. Succulent nectars of love’s caress Deep within Mother Nature good soil Its royal roots do deeply toil. A song of beauty, they will compose In making and betaking, another rose Weeds of life can’t smother the rose Into the winds, its fragrance flows The rose is there for all to enjoy Its gifts of love, we all should employ From whence it came, we do not know. In fields of wild, it first did grow. Too quickly possess it was our passion. Expanding its beauty was our fashion. Each beautiful rose that grows In Mother Nature’s good sod. Is so unique, within its mystique, This lovely gift from God! |