THE ROSE

Untouched, so beautiful.

Unburdened, so peaceful.

As red as blood, yet we do not despise.

A symbol of one's love, not to be dismissed.

Blooming and blossoming, coming out of darkness.

Bringing Spring with a majestic entrance to a world as cold as stone,

Bringing new light, new life, new meaning, new hope.

All of these come from a small rose, full of life.

Its petals spread at weddings, delivered in baskets to a nursery,

Set by a new grave stone.

The rose ...