A seed sprouts its roots and reaches upwards towards life,

 

It does not know where it is,

 

Or what is to come

 

 

 

It breaks through the soil with freedom in mind,

 

Suddenly feeling the joys of life,

 

Sun, Air, Peace

 

 

 

The sprout starts out simple,

 

Watching the world pass by without a glance,

 

but it will soon change the minds of all

 

 

 

As the world continues around it,

 

the rose learns of struggle,

 

Cold, loneliness, darkness

 

 

 

Despite all, it continues on

 

Soaking up the nourishment life brings

 

Basking in the good of the world

 

 

 

As life deals its hand,

 

It moves onward with force

 

Now fully blossomed,

 

No one ignores it

 

 

 

 

 

It’s praised for its beauty, aroma, its magic,

 

longing to be frozen in the moment forever

 

 

 

One day it’s uprooted,

 

Taken from Mother Nature,

 

Confined in a foreign place,

 

Only to be a decoration

 

 

 

 

 

Although taken care of,

 

The rose needs more

 

Its journey of life,

 

Will soon be over

 

 

 

People pass by in awe and wonder,

 

But as time goes by,

 

 the rose starts to wither

 

No one takes notice,

 

No one cares,

 

The rose, once again,

 

Is invisible like air

 

 

 

 

After the life is drained from the flower,

 

Someone comes along and spreads its ashes,

 

Though the rose thought beauty was its purpose,

 

It stood for so much more,

 

that shall never be forgotten

 

 

 

 

 

Its impact carries on

 

In new forms and new ways,

 

Still bringing happiness, light, love

 

 

 

Although the rose

 

is no longer here,

 

Its legacy lives on

 

Forever more

 

 

 

-Courtney Mae