At the sight of seeing a rose our faces soften
We feel some repose
We take deep breaths, breathe her in
The beauty of a rose causes our hearts to sing
But, what does a rose see looking on us
People standing, voices hushed
Or does she see us rushing by
To ‘stop and smell the roses’ a mere lullaby
The world goes on while the rose she stands
Knowing her place on the world’s great land
Offering her beauty, delivering respite
Shines her glory with all her might
Expecting nothing, the rose grows on
She watches our lives, judging no right or wrong
Appreciates the tending of a gardener’s good care
Her beauty free to those who dare
To count the layers of her love
Scented-petals permeate an exquisite touch
Observing the rose, observing us
The sight of a rose is worth so much
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Where we pamper them till they bloom and blossom
An excellent write Suzie most enjoyable reading
Love & peace be with you
William
for the enigmatic Red Rose...watching
human life...pinned down by poet's words
with deep message...it's time to "stop
and smell the roses".
Thank you Suzie, for your reminder.
Ron
She smelled so sweet.
Her beauty bloomed,
A lovely treat.
Michael d.
But this poem without your touch
Would be incomplete!
Roses say love, and so do you...
The Rose, is very unique, for it symbolizes true love and dedication. Its exquisite beauty is a sight to behold.
The Rose, as well as other flowers we grow, we can talk to them everyday, and believe it, if you talk to your flowers they become more healthy; and yes, I do believe while we observe them, they are observing us too, they know about our lives and the good things we have done for them.
Sandie :o)