If I Were That Rose

If I were that rose [purple]from the breath of may, I would preach love not the blood of heartbreaks. If I were that rose my necter I shall give freely, and not as a loan given to the poor out of greed. If I were that rose by the horizontal splashing of water, I will not tell the folks- that ponder the scene of me and the ocean's shower, about the storms and troubles of the sea- but of the enjoyment of the beach. If I were that rose- alone amidst a battalion of Aphids, my redness will glow- to say my prayers- oh God help me. If I were that rose- dreading the claws of spider mites, I would use my shadow- to scare away the enemies might. If I were that rose- in the hazy wind of harmmatan, I would put on a coat- of hope, without yearning for a cardigan. for yearning is the root of pain and attraction takes sanity away. If I were that rose- wilting in the hands that pluck me, I would bear no sorrow- but let death deal gently with me. If I were that rose- that left behind not a single seed, I would relax my brows- for in many hearts my soul will live. If I were that rose- in the dualities of life, I would welcome both- the eas and the strife. ©®Ibrahim Clouds(SWC).