Three Purple Roses
There is a bush in an endless field
flowing with the wind.
From a thousand winters it has healed
but it's warmth does not rescind.
Three purple roses come into view
emerging from the leaves.
Almost as if they are on cue
you have to see them to believe.
Walk up and examine it's traits
is it satisfactory?
You can not determine it's fate
you decide to let it be.
This gorgeous bush is filled with thorns
but you focus on the flowers.
They can leave you unscathed or torn
only they can have the power.
Upon this bush there comes a rain
leaves it miserable and wet.
Emerging from apparent pain
it is stronger and better yet.
Now you see the bush is a fighter
in the sky flies by a dove.
The flowers are clearer and brighter
what keeps it growing is endless love.
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