Rik Bertrand

Rookie - 0 Points (18 April 1959 / Portland, Oregon)

The Dew On The Rose - Poem by Rik Bertrand

The dew of the morning lies on the rose pristine,
It is the most beautiful image I have ever seen.
Glistening in the sunlight, filled with movement,
The dew rolls off and cleanses the petals of life.

All is should be of this natural delight,
All should come from the dew of the night.
Freshly starting each day, as it first,
Its life is birthed from nature's earth.

Seasons changed and dew we may not see,
It hibernates like the bear, or the bumble bee.
It is not gone; it has not disappeared from us,
It just hides and reappears for loves just cause.

I feel the love from my head to my toes,
As I see the sweet dew on the pristine rose.
Mother Nature surely reminds us all,
There is beauty in all we see, not matter how small.

REB (APRIL 2012) just because


Comments about The Dew On The Rose by Rik Bertrand

  • Unwritten Soul (4/8/2012 3:27:00 AM)


    It is so natural writing, the dew on the rose to me actually a touch from above to keep earth garden to keep fresh and loved, from above is from below...because dew is like a droplet of rain that evaporates from land...when nature care the living, make life so enchanting in the eyes of who watching! nice write! _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012



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