A Rose In New York

Encompassed in a concrete enclave Choking fumes swirl all around; Long shadows steal the sunlight And yet, firmly it stands its ground. What little light it does receive Are of colours red, amber and green, And often at night time neon pink And brilliant scarlet can be seen. As each of the seasons change From spring to summer to fall, Its lovely silken pink petals Appear more prominent to all. Alas, the biting, bitter chill Of winter’s hostile breath Blows on the rose for days Sending all flowers to their death. Yet, this pink rose in New York Endures all that comes its way As a little girl goes to school She gently touches it every day. Love flows to that flower From her fingers so kind and soft And thus, it blooms for her daily And her heart is raised aloft.