Rose Flower

You dance in colours Your dance is the dance of nature Your beauty is like converging wings in contours And succulent nectar you slowly nurture. The bees come Humming their persistent greeting The butterflies come Converging in sucking meeting – Like young lovers Into your secret bed their fangs nuzzle Yet these lovers Because of your nature did puzzle. Gentle rose Why did mighty nature Hold you up to ridicule? Blooming rose Why did brave nature Create your riddle? That when beauty is the ripest Then becomes beauty the saddest! That when life is the sweetest Then becomes life the shortest!