The Rose

Fragrant rose stands alone

Protected by her thorns

Facing winds, pests, disease

Surrounded by her peers

 

By herself in a group

She meets her fate head on

Knowing that all blooms fade

Her time is limited

 

Bud to bloom, path is set

Each petal will unfold

Sharing joy, beauty’s gift

Revealing what’s inside

 

We’re unique, talented

Our mission is to use

What we have, who we are

To help our fellow man

Posted on June 5, 2016, in creative writing, inspirational, nature, poetry, soul, spiritual, Uncategorized, unclassified, writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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