Wild Rose A Worm Poem by Minerva Agriam

Wild Rose A Worm



Oh! thorny stems entwined!
Towards heaven they rose high,
Bringing forth soft petals,
With fragrance that soothe.

Plentiful during the month of May,
You rose your blossoms up high!
Like the triumphant geese,
Bringing their heads up high!

Oh, old rose of this land,
Lovely all the year round.
Yet another thorny little thing
Crawled at your stiff stems.

Ugly sticky little worm,
Who eats verdant leaves.
Without satisfaction you gored,
Leaving nothing for the rose.

Then suddenly the worm sleeps,
Dried leaves around him keep.
At another time came to wake,
As a very lovely butterfly.


(7/20/04. 8: 15 p.m)

Monday, December 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Minerva Agriam

Minerva Agriam

Dumingag, Zamboanga del Sur
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