The Rose


Keeper of all that grows,
from the palms of the south,
to the pines of the north.

Here though, it rests with a beauty.
Rising from beneath, growing wild,
only to surpass the others.

She is angelic upon the eyes, yet her roots
breed a character assertive in nature.
A single touch should be careful in approach.
For her defense, is sharp.

With care and time she bleeds green and blushes red.
Tending to her begins the end.
Appreciative, she leaves a flowering mark,
delicate and alluring to the senses.

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It was a warm summer day in Chicago and I was sitting on my wicker chair. I took a minute to sit after tending to my rose plant. As I rested, I was reflecting on how beautiful the plant had bloomed and how I pricked my finger on one of the thorns. A plant that is so sensitive was also one of the strongest. I felt that she and I had a lot in common so I began writing.