The Rose
It was a happy afternoon in the garden one day
With the sun on top and flowers that lay
Amongst them hid a seed of belittle
No one was interested to fiddle
It was small, it was old
It was fragile and had mold
It just slept in its bed
While others spoke out and said
‘The garden is too beautiful and green
For someone like you not so lean
Stop growing and go away
You cannot live to see another day’
But the seed did not move nor care
For the world is so big to share
It just kept itself well hid
On hurtful words it put a lid
The rain and snow did fall
For the weather was harsh to all
Except for the seed who joyfully sang
While others tightly hang
Each month the seed grew new
But the others so vain didn’t knew
They grew new their petals and stem
But the seed still admired them
For it knew one day he too will rise above
With itself to encourage and love
To see more than the worms and the ground;
To smell and hear the birds’ sound
Just as spring was again reborn
The others felt a poking little torn
They looked above to see the seed
Had grew up to be what it need
A rose of red with leaves of fresh
It worn the royal crown and silk of dress
Jealous and envious of what had become
The seed so little had grew in sum
‘How did you grow so beautiful’ they ask
‘For we didn’t complete our task!’
The rose looked down and had a smile
Its purity shone for a while
‘To love yourself when others do not,
To see in the dark when the light is a dot,
To admire and dream of a better tomorrow
Will break down all your fears and sorrow’
Soon the garden was filled with colors than shine
No one was left behind the line
They helped each other grow in pose
All because of the seed that grew to be a rose.
