The Rose

THE ROSE In A Field Of Green Under Sky Of Blue A SIngle Rose That Grows So True Held With Care Not Pricked By Thorn With Tenderness So Loves Not Torn A Poise That Is Forever Time Holds A Heart Within It's Mind For Not One Flower Can Contend Compare It's Love A Rose Can Send It's Blossomed By Sweet Nourishment Yearns For More Tis' Not Content In Passed Time The Petals Fall That Shielded Core Beneath It's Walls It Withers As The Days Flow By Behold The Beauty In Ones Eyes A Tattered Shell Shed's In The Wind To Return... To It's Begin