The Gentle Rose
This gentle rose, how sweet it seems,
The waters flow down quiet streams.
The soft winds blow, spread out with ease,
My smiling rose sways in the breeze.
She's small and simple, yet she grows,
She always shines, as any rose.
Her velvet touch, so soft like fleece,
Her freedom's never out for lease.
The stars that shine, the moon so round,
Her strong roots growing underground.
She's tender, though she's fierce inside,
Those feelings, now, are put aside.
Her heart still beats, she is alive,
Our feelings shared in her do strive.
She's always there, she cares for you,
And no one's love could be so true.
Thorns have roses, that may be,
Although her beauty's plain to see.
Strong and stiff, with petals cream,
Her character is most supreme.
Surrounding her the scenery
Is more than you think it to be.
Perfect posture, striking pose,
The life of plain and simple rose!
Copyright © Elaine Ho | Year Posted 2007
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