Rose Poem by Briana Johnson

Do we see with our eyes?
Breathe through our nose?

Why is beauty
portrayed by the rose?

Thorned with a wrath
Pain to the touch

Gorgeous the smell
Reeking too much

Can the elegant rose
Be put to great shame

When its intricate beauty
Has undeserved fame

Speaking of all
The unmerited glory

Reminds me not to
Believe every story

Judging a rose
Just by its cover

Limits the mind
To what you’ll uncover

So the next time
You look at a rose

Look with your ears
And feel with your nose