a white rose fell from heaven
and graced the earth below.
soft, beautiful, tender.
as though touched by the entities above.
each petal dripping, overflowing with emotion
radiating with love.
blown, tossed about by the wind
no one knew its source.
determined this rose was to wait
and accomplish its purpose
picked up and put in a vase one day,
this rose knew that this wasn't its place to stay.
then at a time when all seemed fine
a fern was pushed into its space,
but there wasn't enough room in this little vase.
so out the white rose was thrown into a place cold and
its radience no longer shone.
like the palm trees that thrive in the dessert
and the seedlings that sprout when blessed
with water from above...
this gentle beauty wasnt alone
she had God's love.