The Prettiest Flower Is the Rose
The prettiest flower is the rose,
elegant and charming in its grand pose;
and the more light it gets, the quicker it grows...
have you glanced at my garden of various flowers?
I took this yellow rose from a perfumed bush,
and for some unexplainable reason it did blush;
yes, shyness is also seen in the petals of velvety roses...
when they do open up to the golden sun like danseuses.
In a vase painted by crafted hands,
I've placed my yellow rose to absorve sunlight...
while nourished by the cool water of mountains' springs,
to make it feel a sudden rush of delight.
Admire my pretty yellow rose adorned by light
as in a famous painting by a great artist with practicality,
and who can deny the realism of his insight?
Even constellations peak, then gracefully glide into eternity.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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