The Roses' Spirit

The Roses' Spirit

The sun rises,
A single rose
Basking in its
Warmth

Slowly, petals
Spread to expose
To the world its
Beauty

A soft breeze, and
The rose stands tall
To feel it’s calm
Gentleness

But the breeze blows
Unrelenting,
Pressing against its
Strength

Still the winds blow,
Rain soaking the
Ground unreaching
Deep roots

The rain falls hard
Against the rose
Bruising petals
Softness

Still the rose stands
Tall throughout the
Storm, determined
Unyielding

The storm clears, the
Cool evening air
Blowing softly
Refreshing

Slowly, the sun
Sets, its beauty
After the storm
Reassuring

In the calm of night
The rose will heal
And at first light, be
Brilliant

The rose survived
All the more so
Because of its
Spirit