It starts out as a seed
Craving water and sun.
The roots seek to find rich soil
And the rosebud wants to exhibit it beauty.
With each new bloom
Followed by a thorn or too.
As the wind blows and the rain descends
The petals begin to fall.
The rose reaches and stretches for energy,
Hopeful that the day ahead will bring
New buds appear
Filled with splendor.
The mature rose
Greets each bud,
Gives them a wave,
Anxious to shed its petals,
And return to the soil it once came from.
Written By: Pamela Shelton Reynolds