The Isle of Roses

It just came to me this morning, not very refined.

In this sea is the Isle of Roses

Where lie rose shrubs of every kind

Cross the sea like Noah or Moses

And the Isle of Roses you shall find

Hit the shores of the Isle of Roses

Walk uphill and get to the field

Smell the wonder it composes

Let the sight of it get you thrilled

There's no man in the Isle of Roses

Just the flowers, magically kept

Beauty keeps all the Isle encloses

It would keep you, if there you stepped

Get yourself to the Isle of Roses

And see that there the landscape gleams

Just mind the thorns, the dreads it poses

You will be pleased, at least it seems

Author's Note

It's kind of obvious, isn't it?

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Ahh be wary of the thorns among the beauty for things aren't always what they seem. Stunning beauty and thought put into this piece.

[Davi Rodrigues]

Oh, thank you.