THE ROSE

Like no ordinary morn,
The sky is blended with
Rays of the red-orange sun.

I WATCH.

The spectacular sunrise becomes
A melody in my heart--
A song rising to the occasion as my
Mind bows to nature's sensations.

I WATCH.

The sleeping buds on the fragrant
Landscape open their petals while
The day breaks.

I WATCH.

My cup now holding the last
Few drops of coffee with the
Fading sunrise and the dance of nature...

Now still.

I WATCH. I LISTEN. I SMELL.

The fragrant landscape spills over
And fills the air with Jasmine, Lavender and...
The Rose.
Awe, yes, the break of day fills
My senses and now
I know-
It was the Rose. Not the Jewelweed,
But the Rose.

The Rose, the fragrant Rose whose
Thornes once pierced my flesh,
Drew the blood.

The Rose would have my life...
If it could.

It was the Rose.

(c) 2/2007

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