"A Rose In Bloome"
A rose starts off small
and then bloomes into a flower
the beauty astounds me.
It has its own smell, strange and peculiar
its smells as sweeter than i can describe,
its sweet perfume fills there air
and lightens our hearts
This strange creation, which we call a rose
goes through life as we do
except they are undesturbed
free of human problems,
until the flower meets its end,
picked to show its beauty to others,
most unworthy of its splendiness,
we humans destroyed it,
all that is beautiful we destroy.
Why is that why can't we let life be?
Leigh Ann Wright
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