The Rose Unto Itself That I Know

The rose unto itself that I know Is a thing of beauty and grace, With petals as soft as a dove And a scent that is like a dream. The rose unto itself that I know Is a thing of mystery and wonder, With thorns that can cut and sting But also protect its heart. The rose unto itself that I know Is a thing of strength and resilience, With roots that can reach deep into the earth And a will to survive. The rose unto itself that I know Is a thing of love and hope, With a smile that can light up a room And a heart that is full of joy. The rose unto itself that I know Is a thing of magic and wonder, A gift from the gods above To remind us of the beauty of life. **So let us all be like the rose, Beautiful and strong and resilient, With a heart full of love and hope. Let us let our light shine bright, And let our beauty be a beacon of hope To those who are lost and afraid. Let us be the rose unto ourselves, And let us make the world a more beautiful place.