The Rose

Written by: Gail Angel Doyle

The Rose The rose stems its beauty Outside of all the flowers bloomed Thorns grown by its side through mystery To protect the rose from doom Each petal stands firm to the test of winds Trying not to surrender to the lost of their space In the meantime, the sun vowed to only show their wings When their ready to fly like angels as they sway to heaven’s place The rose finally surrendered its fight today Stood tough against the edge of time Petals kissed the rain as it drowned its existence away The sun soon came out to shine on the petals left behind Slowly in the sky above petals begin to dance Like fragile wings of an angel that found a way to mend On the ground where the rose once left nature in its trance- The thorns lay lifeless unable to protect the rose once again