She Is the Flower Amongst the Flowers

She is the Flower Amongst the Flowers Like her fellow kind she is graceful as her petals reach for the morning sunlight Soft and gentle in the cool morning breeze she sways In that moment there is calmness that belies her truth For she sheds the morning dew drops like the tears of someone you hold dear Her long slender neck carries the heavy load which grows with time and maturity If she had lips one would need to be cautious for she is laced with thorns Thorns that can stab you whether wittingly or unwittingly and make you bleed The cuts sharp and piercing and not something to be taken lightly They will leave you in pain like a heart that has been torn Her beginning is like most from a small acorn of a seed she begins to sprout Only a glimpse of what she will ultimately become shows in those early days But one day her long stem like the legs of a shapely woman will be firm and supple Time will pass and she will outgrow many of her family She will be more popular and hold a special place When selected for meaning in people’s lives Like the moods of a woman her colors are varied And carry with them the potential for an array of emotions The deepness of meaning representing the well of life Sometimes half full and sometimes half empty but always refreshing Each color part of a spectrum and the bounty of feelings it can bring The folds of her blossom are complicated and intricate yet delicate From a distance she stands out to your eye, her beauty catching your breath Her shapeliness recognizable on sight like a familiar friend, relative or lover She is the flower among flowers She is the rose Andreas Simic©