TAKING A ROSE

© RYAN GUILEY

Flowers bloom in the open field,

Holding on it’s stem to shield,

The crisp air makes it planted,

While the colours are enchanted.

Somewhere a woman walks along,

Past the path, into openness to belong,

She sees the beauty of the garden,

As the rocks below are harden.

One flower catches her eye,

She desires it without a try,

Pulling it from the ground,

As she smells what she has found.

Her face turns and sees the lake,

Stepping past the trail she intakes,

The flowers brushes against her waist,

As she stands in the open to place.

Where she makes a deep hole,

As she plants it for a bigger role,

Which is more flowers will grow,

As her hair blows softly out of a bow.

The rose stands more of a wonder,

As it starts to rain and thunder,

It downpours as the flower holds its roots,

Her dress dangles to protect and to suit.

The pretty rose is holding on,

If she leaves, the flower will be gone,

She stays as the rain comes to halt,

It survives, and turns without faults.

People may walk by, and not realize,

That flower is not beauty in their eyes,

Some may choose and pick the brightest,

When they take it, and make it righteous?

  

Another man walks past as to the gain,

And sees that flower that stood the rain,

He tells the woman, that’s beautiful,

He grabs the flower, ripping as he holds.

The woman looks at him in his eyes,

And knows that flower will soon die,

Some petals hit the ground in the dirt,

As she begins to express her hurt.

The man kneels and proposes,

And gives her a new bouquet of roses,

She smells and remembers that scent,

As she holds his hand, as they are so meant.

As that man came the year before,

Taking a rose, and keeping it to store,

He was going to plant them back,

He saw beauty again, and it didn’t lack.

 

We all are a part of the Earth, which some us see many different things.  Certain things are attractive, as we judge and remove the beauty.  Only those who protect and shield, will be given a chance to find meaning in life, which is in life, more beauty awaits if you did something prior to show life, where it stands where new life is formed with a scent of your own.