Like a story, the rose unfolds,

Soaking up sun and water as it silently,

Does it’s only task,

to be beautiful.

 

When planted its color is hidden from view

Only presented as it integrates

Its lifeform with the soil,

Growing the roots which make up home,

and the obedience of growth.

 

Daily, it waits for God and others to attend to essential needs,

And returns only beauty, and reassurance all is well in the world.