The Wind and The RoseA Poem by DfWigleyOnce, a long time ago In a walled garden, there grew The most wondrous bloom, A blood red rose.
People came from far and wide To gaze upon the bloom. The gardener was pleased to show off His prize, its beauty emanating From deep within.
The wind which blew high above the clouds, had fallen in love with the rose. Hopeless though he knew it was, He wild and without body, And she, gentle but immobile. But still, He loved her.
Every morning as she awoke The wind would brush past her, Softly caressing her open petals And tasting her sweet scent. Then from time to time Blowing away the clouds, So the sun could pour down Illuminating her brilliance.
When people came to see her The wind too was proud, It warmed his wild heart.
Then one day, a man came The wind saw him at once He knew it wasn’t the gardener, A deep coldness filled the air. Before the wind could realize it, The man had plucked the rose. And he ran away with it, The wind at his heels.
Through the garden and over the wall, Down a path and over a bridge, But the wind failed to stop him.
The wind returned to the garden Almost expecting to see the rose But sadness filled him, and He knew he would never see her again.
The wind cried, Weeping bitterly, `oh that I might be turned to stone`. And tears like rain Filled the skies.
An adaptation from the `wind and the rose`.
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3 Reviews Added on November 11, 2011 Last Updated on November 11, 2011 AuthorDfWigleyCharente Maritime, FranceAboutAlthough I consider myself a person of modest capabilities, and leaving school with no academic qualifications reflected this. I have always enjoyed writing, writing for me is the ultimate form of se.. more..Writing
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