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 

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 soil
And 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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