The Rose

I am unique,subtle
as my petals falls
slowly and firmly
to the ground.
Softly, I embrace ,folding
inward and outward
following the sun to beam
down,loving me in a meadow,
sunrise flowing forever.
As the stems peaks within life
and my roots embarks
of timeless hardships which
were of long ago,still
I flourished.My colors reflecting a field of wild
berries infused within a drop
of water nourishment in my
eyes.I begin the day and once
again,I Am The Rose.

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