She Is The Flower Amongst The Flowers Poem by Andreas Simic

She is the Flower Amongst the Flowers

Like her fellow kind she is graceful as
her petals reach for the morning sunlight
Soft and gentle in the cool morning breeze she sways
In that moment there is calmness that belies her truth
For she sheds the morning dew drops like the tears
of someone you hold dear
Her long slender neck carries the heavy load which
grows with time and maturity
If she had lips one would need to be cautious
for she is laced with thorns
Thorns that can stab you whether wittingly or
unwittingly and make you bleed
The cuts sharp and piercing and
not something to be taken lightly
They will leave you in pain like
a heart that has been torn
Her beginning is like most from a small acorn
of a seed she begins to sprout
Only a glimpse of what she will ultimately
become shows in those early days
But one day her long stem like the legs
of a shapely woman will be firm and supple
Time will pass and she will outgrow
many of her family
She will be more popular and hold a special place
When selected for meaning in people's lives
Like the moods of a woman her colors are varied
And carry with them the potential for an array of emotions
The deepness of meaning representing the well of life
Sometimes half full and sometimes half empty but always refreshing
Each color part of a spectrum and the bounty of feelings it can bring
The folds of her blossom are complicated and intricate yet delicate
From a distance she stands out to your eye,
her beauty catching your breath
Her shapeliness recognizable on sight
like a familiar friend, relative or lover
She is the flower among flowers
She is the rose