ROSE!
The rose comes gently to life
on a calm spring-ed morn,
the sweet scent of life,
from the rose so sweet is born.
In the early spring morn a gentle kiss
the artistry of colour to Humanity is shown
the wonderment and beauty of sheer bliss.
The passing of sweet sorrow when a rose it dies
the fallen rose petal, creates as fertilizer
from nature, create a new rose err be so wise.
As the new born rose gently comes to life
nourished by the gift of fallen rain,
that's the nature of things,
to which the rose and life precariously cling
will always remain! ... Misha














