Ode to the wild rose
I love how the wild rose
doesn't take direction
it takes charge in summer
it blooms in generous abundance
permeating the air with its perfume
for passersby rich or homeless
the wild rose is anything by common
it's magnificent and an integral symbol
of equality for one and all under the sun
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
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