A VISION OF BEAUTY
I saw a true vision of beauty in a single rose,
Refreshed with morning dew awaking from repose,
Just blooming from a rose bud into a lovely flower,
Sheltered in a small garden by a large leafy bower.
Rich red were the petals folded in perfect symmetry,
The head lifted high the warm morning sun to see,
Glossy deep green leaves that were also freshly born,
And there on the sturdy stem was found a sharp thorn.
The dew fell from it gently like heart saddened tears,
From that perfect rose, were t here some fears?
One by one her companions had been taken away,
Plucked when they looked just like she did today.
There were other buds starting to grow so well
What would happen to them she could not tell,
“Let me grow old and fade on my mother tree,
Turn into a rose hip just like it really should be.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 3 July 2006