Today I Found a Song In the Strangest of Places
Today I found a Song
In the strangest of places
Through gates of the garden
Of fret and woe
Lay a bed of unbloomed roses
In the shadows of a forest
Of qualified blooms
Yet unbloomed
These roses bear beauty
Straight from the root
no eyes could see
Needing not be guided
By compliments and awe
For before the blossom
The glory
And the fame
Beneath the fragile petals
The roses get their name
For I was once
An unbloomed rose
A young petal
Among splendor blossoms
Now as I have flowered
I know not by color
Or scent
Or fame
Does beauty be told.
It is the song it sings
That in turn
Makes it grow.
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