The Ways in Which We Walk the Earth

Like a Rose

Like a Rose

 From just a tiny scrap of life,

I have watched you grow,

and tower high like a flower

in a garden of thorns and dust.

  You have grown so much

to be an unforgettable beauty

that takes away from the dismal earth

you’ve never let bring you down.

  For years people have held themselves over you

to protect you from unpredictable disaster

so as you may grow into the rose you are becoming.

Blooming radiantly,

You catch the eyes of so many.

  The ones so moronic not to love you

are the ones looking up at you through thorns and brambles,

trying to bring you down

so they could come close to compare themselves

with the wonder that you are.

  Reach the sky

you beautiful rose.

Let nothing stomp you down

Or let you wither in the cold.