I Dipped My Finger In The Rose Poem by James McLain

I dipped my finger in the rose, then began to smell it,
A fragrance sweet, a story untold, in petals delicate.
Each petal whispered secrets, a garden's hidden lore,
In nature's fragrant symphony, I found myself explore.

With colors bright and vivid, the bloom did softly sway,
A dance of life and beauty, in the golden light of day.
A gentle breeze embraced me, as I inhaled its grace,
In that fleeting, fragrant moment, I found a sacred space.

So I dipped my finger in the rose, and life's mysteries unfurled,
In the scent of nature's poetry, I found a tranquil world.