A small, soft rose

petals shining in the sun

beautiful green leaves

but thorns strong and vengeful

 

you have no idea

of the horrors that await

only a few months away

in the dead of winter

 

but when spring comes again

so do you

your petals grow back

your dead thorns grow alive

 

so continues the circle

that encompasses life

you live, you suffer, you live

but yet there’s always a sun in the sky

 

you are like a rose, too

you grow strong and beautiful

even though winter takes its toll

you never give up

 

keep 

growing

beautiful

rose