Contrast of a Rose
May 22, 2018
When each rose has sprouted from the earth its quest for beauty rises with it
The stems will rise for foundations to be set for what we all came to see materialize
The buds will start as the small green pocket
And the riches will be devoured from the soil for our eyes to bear witness of beauty
When the rain falls upon the leaves to quench thirst it will tear
It will scar, but it will not destroy
Eventually the process will finish and the fantastic colors will show
The petals shall be soft and vibrant
However their stems will remain stiff and thorned
But at this moment a tender hand may maneuver their fingers into the fractures along the stalk to gently hold it up to themselves so that 2 separate entities shall both see beauty in danger- and pain
The rose now has become more than the humble flower
It shall follow the tender hand through the owner’s life and loves
Through the sincerest gratitude and solemn condolences
much like the flower we start as the humble bud standing on the shoulders of support
endure the rain of life ripping upon our leaves and use the drowning water to rise
Draw from the soil of our experience to grow
And when all the stars align our inner self bursts in an array of beauty
another’s gentle touch shall move past our thorns
And they shall hold us gently on the path home admiring the gentle thorned flower that they had found perfect for only them