The Rose

Let me live
let me see
let me love
but also let me admire
the beauty of the rose.

The softness of the petals
the sweetness of the scent
the spiky thorns that rip
the flesh but add to the
mystery of the rose.

Let me walk through
fields of roses
let me see the beauty
while I live.

And when I die
bury me in the earth
and cover all surrounding
earth with roses.

For even in death they
will seek the inner beauty
of the one who lies beneath.

And in there turn become
more beautiful still like
the one who gave them life.

Let me live
let me see
let me love
but also let me admire
the beauty of the rose.