A Rose

A rose silently standing, but not alone. Ever surrounded by tulips, carnations, and lillies. Its beauty never fades and is only enhanced by those flowers around it. By itself it is radiant, but it lends it's beauty to those that are near. What colour is this rose? Well most days she is red. But there are other times when she is white, yellow, pink, or even blue. Her beauty shines through no matter what the colour.

This bouquet of flowers around her is alive with beauty and rich with fragrance. This rose, deserving of so much, but asking very little. The patience and love to help her grow, the space she needs to lay down roots, and others around to fill her with a joy of her own. She encourages kindness and beauty in all those around her.

This garden of love, how I might be a tiger-lily in there somewhere close so as to admire the rose. Maybe right next to her to share in her joys and life. Apologetic for my many mistakes, but forever steadfast and by her side, to be there through her many years.