A Rose
A Rose awaiting her summer rain
Withered and dried
The brittle stem leans
Waiting...
one by one
Petals fall
Dark clouds hanging over
The rose stands tall
There is beauty in the patience
Grace in the rain
She waits...
As seasons pass
The daisies fade away
Tulips close
Branches grow barren in the frigid cold
The rose waits
Leaves blow
Pansies breathlessly wane
The rose waits
Tears of rain pour down her stem
Browning leaves start to fall
Pale and tired
The rose stands tall
Anxiety creeping upon her
She doesn’t move an inch.
Ladybugs on a vine
The rose waits
Virtue slowly begins blossoming
Pale, tired, and anxious,
Dulled and diminished
By autumns and winters
She stands tall
Trembling from the chill of
Icicles dangling off her leaves
She continues to wither,
The rose believes
The rose believes
There’s Hope
She holds onto
With the moonlight’s shimmer
Bathing over her like an early morn’s dew
She waits....
And waits for a single beam
Sunshine’s glimmer
Standing tall she waits
For a break in the skies
Yes, the seasons keep fluctuating
Transformation
Firmly planted are her roots
Deeply into the faith
Nurturing soilAnd all the Truth...
needed to pull through
The rose stands tall
There is beauty in the patience
Grace in the rain
She waits..
She waits...
For her Sunshine
She knows it’s coming
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