A Simple Rose…
The splendor of a rose unfurled,
the glory of its scented world,
warms an attentive heart
as a vision of perfection’s yield.
Each moment I share with nature’s address,
I can but feel the loss of so many hearts,
unseen and dismissed these beauteous arts,
of mother’s loving seal.
And as I hold these delicate blooms,
each petal embraced in life’s perfume,
a simple rose cannot assume,
its flawless countenance a gift.
For it a rose, a simple rose,
knows not of beauty or in reason suppose,
instead it melds with all life posed,
and in harmony reigns a part.
For perfection lies in being, not thought,
and its life in freedom as it aught,
can only abide by a mother who sought in dreams,
to capture all the love and beauty deemed.
Within a single rose, the world,
each petal another layer unfurled,
and in our hands the gift of life innate,
the vision of creation, to be acknowledged,
and in gratitude, sate.
Tony DeLorger © 2016