Behold The Snowfire Rose That Grows Poem by Saintly Sinner

Once upon a time in a disclosed nursery rhyme enclosed beneath the cold shadowy grove of the raging rose blades, there lay an aging knight's tomb from the first crusades and fearlessly inside a bright Snowfire Rose perseveringly stayed, until the light thatched wings of darkness snatched the life of this rose away.

Nonetheless as this breathless legend goes, little did the Angel of Death thoroughly know that what lay in this inconsequential flower of snow was not only the power of potential prognostication but the endowed indwelling determination to illuminate the world with its blossoming transformation.

And as the years seasonally progressed here, the basis for this mysterious oasis of sheer winsomeness disappeared. So it could make way for a paved walk way but without learning how or from where this daring root betrayed in every route way, all the laws of physics shared and discerned today.

Now inquisitively springs the awe inspiring question of this teeny seed's frosty ascension in how it turn to be the visibly glowing rose the world sees before it today, ever since a decayed concrete foundation was deplorably laid for the future generations.

But by not letting go of its sweet dreams, this broken rose redeems again its wealth, when it grows from a seam in the concrete into a complete miracle in itself. In addition, it survived in life's harsh conditions to thrive against all the wrongs, so one day it may bloom to be vibrant and strong.

Through all the complications and through all the limitations it never settles for any metals. Be that as it may, it still manages to overcome its entombed slums with its arrayed ruby inflamed petals bestowed just perfectly so in the winter covered snow. That the hidden wind of the upcoming spring unfroze the dark tormented heart of this long ago lamented rose.

And though even with all the weary pain that hopelessly unfolds in the dreary moments of each rain spell cold it is simply what the enchained fire flower had to sustain all along, but the romantic rose only became inspirationally reposed when it voiced its own sensational song.

So behold the Snowfire rose's lacerated scars, which through time is the world's combined attempts to eradicate who we are. But we must remember like the seed; our roots and discern when to leave behind our contempt or even our fruits. Because Mother Nature's robust woes are just another of life's opportunities to magnificently grow. As with this untold story of an old worn down soul that comes to its crossroads, so it may learn how to branch out on its own and brilliantly burn bold into the unspoken unknown.