A Green Rose

I WAS A GREEN ROSE LABELED A THUG...I SPROUTED/AMOUNGST THE WEEDS OF THE EARTH WITH THORNS AND POISIONOUS SPIKES/I DIDN'T WAIT ON SUNSHINE FOR I BLOSSEMED IN DARKNEST AS THE WIND PROVIDE NURISHMENT TO MY VIVID COLOR...WITHIN ONE MOTION I BEGAN TO RISE MORE AND MORE FROM THE DRY LANDS OF THE EARTH; SUMMER TIME IS NEAR SO I ACCEPT THE WIND AS A FRIEND NO LONGER WORRYING ABOUT THE HATRED OF MY VINING PEERS/I WAS MEANT TO BE GREEN THEREFORE TULIPS CALLS ME MARVELOUS. I STAND FIRM AND IMPERVIOUS OTHER THAN RED PROUD OF MY MEANING AND DEMENOR GREEN REPRESENT THE LIFE I BREATHE THROUGH STORMS I MET CHALLENGES BUT STILL I RISE HOLDING MY OWN DEEPLY ROOTED SO MY STEMS HARDLY SHOOK. MANY DON'T UNDERSTAND THE ESSENCE OF ME WHILE MY EXISTENCE IS A PART OF NATURE'S HISTORY/MANY HATE, LIKE, AND LOVE ME BUT BREAK ME NOT. NOW ALL MARVEL AT MY ESSENCE AND LABEL ME PRECIOUS A GREEN ROSE