A fragile rose bush remains invisible
Worn and tired under the summers heat
It lies dormant under the frosty snow
Was treaded upon by countless feet
Lifeless and frozen, not its time to grow
Until the cold winter had begun to pass
Its icy blanket soon begins to melt away
The earth is covered with fresh green grass
A warm breeze cause trees to swivel and sway
Leaves reaching out with an imaginary hand
Slowly peeping out amidst stems and thorns
Birds chirping as loud as they possibly can
Awakening the peaceful and sweet early morns
The bright sun shines and warms the chilly air
Some delicate rosebuds slowly begins to appear
Then bursts forth with their fiery red petals
More beautiful than a thousand gold medals
An array of colors in red, pink, yellow or white
Natures fine painting what a wonderful sight
Adds grace and sparkle to a room filled with gloom
Fresh picked from a garden that's still in full bloom
Copyright 2013
So pleasing to read and realize the rebirth of roses again after the exit of winter spell observing the greenery all around and the roses with their buds to bloom and flood the gardens with their dazzling colors.... Beautiful
Nature's fine painting what a wonderful sight Rose bush coming back to life is beautifully described. Enjoyed the poem. Thank you.
You trace the rose's cycle of being woith precise detail - it is a remarkable sturdy creature. But you also trace the seasons, so we get a close up of nature in the rose and a long shot in the seasons. I liked the long lines, end rhymes and unhurried pace of this poem. You made us slow down in our own super rushed lives and contemplate the movements of nature which are of course seasonal and thus take months. We can learn from that. I do believe you have as your poem shows.
The transition from winter to spring is beautifully described! Nature which has been lying dormant wakes up from her stupor with fresh vegetation and full blooms! A vase of fresh flowers is rich enough to cheer any dull room and a garden with a riot of colors can lead anyone to a state of ecstasy! Enjoyed!
Fresh picked from a garden that blooming is memorable for long time. Wonderful really.
An array of colors in red, pink, yellow or white Natures fine painting what a wonderful sight A beautiful poem on colours of nature making it a rainbow. Well expressed.I enjoyed it Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At this time of year, it's nice to lok ahead to the rebirths.