In place within the prickly stem of life
Lies beauty waiting to emerge from haze.
Amidst the leaves of pleasure, thorns of strife,
Do form the tiny buds of coming days.
A wilted rose with petals full of dew
Shall find the breeze of sunshine's open gate
Awaking to the morning sun anew
As tears of yesterday evaporate.
Sweet destiny lies in the petals' scent
That graced the air and flew away unseen
Each fragrant petal but a treasure lent
While forming memories caught in between.
Come, smell the precious petals of a rose;
How long their sweetness lingers no one knows.
Soooooooooooooooooooooo very beautiful!
~ "Awaking to the morning sun anew
As tears of yesterday evaporate.
Sweet destiny lies in the petals' scent
That graced the air and flew away unseen
Each fragrant petal but a treasure lent
While forming memories caught in between." ~ Lovely! wonderful!
"Come, smell the precious petals of a rose;
How long their sweetness lingers no one knows."
Ah, but the sweetness of a rose never truly leaves the poet's pen, does it? The beauty, the softness, the aroma.....it stays with us always. The prickly stem of life only hides the beauty. It is the wise one who sees beyond that and realizes even in darkness, there is light. Your words are an inspiration, Sharon. Gorgeous! Lydia