the little rose

24 march 2022

planted, she looks up to the light

in wonder

and curiosity

“what will I become?'

she asks

“I am red! Surely, I am significant!”

she dreamt of adding color

to the palette of the foundation of her roots

the wind blows

in hushed whisper, reminding her

you are seen, little rose

you are beautiful

she grows naturally without striving

an exquisite overflow of natural occurrence

as if aided by the glow of the wonderful sun

and by the funny pitter patter

that leaves her glowy with dew

she hoped

“what shall I become?”

the tension of her blooming

occurs in beautiful silence

in season, slowly

for when she rises up, she will last

the delicate, curious creation

dances in union with her Creator

and how much more beautiful is

her grand opening

from little bud to

lavish gift of love