The Rose

by jen sheridan   Oct 12, 2010


Through the impenetrable dark she searches with insistence,
The liquid of life she craves for vital sustenance,
Replenished by the moisture found beneath,
Strengthened by nutrients stolen like a thief,
Her gentle beauty so enticing, yet deceptive,
Her natural defense so severe, yet effective,
Pain is reserved for all that dare to touch her,
Her wrath is not something you wish to incur,
She reaches her arms toward the warmth of the sun,
Reveling in the glory like she, is the only one,
Spreading her fingers to capture every single ray,
Making use of every available second within the day,
Revealing to the world her alluring magnificence,
Pushing forth her tender petals to a captive audience,
Exquisite, abundant beauty beyond all imagination,
Encircling the viewer and holding their fascination,
She stands alone, stark, pleading her request,
A painter's model, posed perfectly and statuesque,
Picturesque and solitary, her stature is formidable,
Her presence beyond the incredible
The tender petals hiding beneath them her ferocious thorns,
When her flower begins to fade Mother Nature will softly mourn,
Her time is short and shared with only but a few,
Perhaps next time, the spectator, can be you...

Take the time to enjoy beauty while it is there as tomorrow it may not be .......

Janelle Sheridan
(Jan 2007)

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