Fragrant Rose
FRAGRANT ROSE
The fragrance of a rose
is loved by everyone.
Yet few understand its beauty
until their life is done.
They buy roses from flower shops
where all roses look the same
and neglect to visit hillsides
where roses grow in God's name.
Alone and quite forgotten,
uncultivated by men,
the ordinary rose
remains memorable until the end.
People try to control roses
to achieve wealth and fame,
but the rose is like a child,
the product from where it came.
Janet Marie Bingham
Copyright © Janet Bingham | Year Posted 2019
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