Growing the Roses

I see you too have found a rose.
It is multi-colored and bright.
I wonder if this rose still grows,
And if it is still bright at night?

When other roses close to sleep
This flower opens up the mind
Pulling nourishment from the deep
Looking for what is there to find.

Looking close, I can see an eye
Piercing and peering deep inside
Of my mind and seeking out why
So many seeds are left denied.

In its blue, I can see the sea.
In its lavender, fields extend.
In its orange, I can taste the tea.
In its Yellow, I find a friend.