The rose, a simple flower
Whose thorns protect its worth
From every springtime shower
Falling upon the earth
Its spirit is immobile
Its soul serves to attract
Its beauty remains noble
While its heart leaves an impact.

From the first hint of sunrise
To the last glimpse of night
The rose, more than we realize
Remains a cherished sight
Each petal reveals brilliance
Its stem displays resolve
Each root stands for resilience
Proving it has evolved.

Each man, a simple flower
Whose thorns protect his worth
From greed, control, and power
Falling upon the earth
His spirit is vivacious
His soul thrives as he chose
His beauty is quite gracious
While his heart is like the rose.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection