Sometimes the things that cause us to struggle... Only cause us to Bloom more beautifully. |
For Kim I. this was completely written with you in mind... Hope you like. The Wild Rose A solitary wild rose, Just growing where it ought not. Ragged and unmanaged; Not quite meant for a rose plot. So here it calls it’s home, This lonely and unfitting spot. A loving gardener, With a touch and eyes so rare. Stumbles upon the wild rose; Finding it worse for the wear. Seeing it in it’s plight, Touched with a need for care. A solitary wild rose, Shaped by perseverance. Never meant to survive, Does by spite of appearance. No one would miss the rose, Upon it’s Disappearance. A loving gardener, Who sees beauty through pain, Gives the wild rose attention, More gratifying than rain. For the rose will protect, Keep the rose from being slain. A solitary wild rose, Becomes beautiful in bloom. Embraced by the love; The gardeners care its womb. The rose offers back its gift, Filling the air with perfume. A loving gardener, Lots of roses they have known. But not one like this rose, With adversity it’s grown. With disadvantages, Still to the world beauty shown. A solitary wild rose, Finding care so long sought. A loving gardener, Finding beauty raw not wrought. Harmonious balance; Together with out distraught. G.Langmoore, November 27, 2010 |