Flower Power

Flower Power Someone once told me I was a Rose among the Daisies I must have been red, for that is my favorite color Was the Rose better than the Daisies? Not so fast a deduction! It was years before I knew what a rose was worth. The red of a rose is for love and spirit, fire and passion. The red of strength, the tenderness of a soft petal. It stands straight, when the wind blows against the daisies And protects with every thorn. It's stem is woody and does not break with a pinch. When it blooms, it's softness can take away pain, sorrow, Give joy, passion and love And when it has passed, and dried, it's memory still lives on, Pressed between a book.