A perfect rose standing alone.
Its aroma so delicate and sweet.
Opening the senses, alluding the mind
The illusion of its beauty so real.
Soft to the touch, the petals bend
Allowing a deeper look inside.
Yet, approach it gently, don’t let it fall
From its glorious state of grace.
A sturdy stem upon which it stands.
Protected by its hard-earned thorns.
Requiring both the waters of life
And the fire of the sun to grow.
It is nothing and everything on its own.
Blossoming so wondrously before the eye
It is strong, yet also so weak.
Savor it in the memory, it will never die.
There it will remain still alluding the mind.
But to this rose,
Take what you may to grow.
Be fuller than the air of what you are.
And I will continue to enjoy the riches
Of your perfection in this stance.
Oh, beautiful wonderous rose.
About the Creator
Heidi McCloskey
I have internally decided that I am a writer. Since that decision was made, the voice in my head has changed. It’s become louder as it begs to be released.
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