The Beauty of Fortitude

A two toned rose Of white cream and red- Bestowed, Reflexes beauty of the truest of hearts A wildflower found- Of purple and yellow, Is beloved, Reflexing passionate strength of a surviving will When one combines the two- One may find a sight to behold Of a creature with a will of such fortitude To endure battles of small and large And have the tenderness As that of a brush of air- blown against one’s arm Yet having asperity- Like that of a sharp leaf cut to the skin- And the strength of ten bears- Yet be nimble and sure-footed as that of an athlete