A Rose From The Garden

You smell sweet

Beauty that’s divine

Many sort to imitate

This gift protected by its’ own beauty

None to duplicate

Or denies it’s selfish thorns

Many desire to hold & control
Bee buzz with envy
Plants mingle about you

You relish in home fields

Houses build especially to embrace you

I adore your mystery of pain & pleasure

The wind dances to your sight and smell

I’d like to dance alone with you

But you bring life & joy to many

The sun caresses you each day

As the rain plays a game that becomes you

You are ordained bye sights unseen

Earth’s prized possession

I’m happy to gaze upon you and smell your nectar

You are the Rose

Written bye

Stanley Earl Alston       

6/6/2002