Your a rose in the garden sitting on a bush scared and
confused and with every breathe you take a moment passes
and you start to hope that it doesn't end up being your last.
You wonder what its like not to be one of the roses on the
bushes, never knowing if your next on the gardeners list.
So you go and hide behind the vines hoping the thorns might
protect you. (What a mistake you make!)
PLUCK! PLUCK! PLUCK!
There's the gardener.
NO! NO! NO!
There go your friends.
You move back some more hoping he doesn't see you,
hoping you don't get picked next. He gets closer and closer
A basket in one hand and a glove on the other it only
reminds you of when he took your mother. 'Oh no! ' He's
right in front of you the thought occcupies your mind and his
hand is near. Does he see you? You breathe harder
and faster as you move back more. 'This is the end', you
think when his hand is starring right at, you close your eyes
because you can't bare the sight of your fate. Now content,
because you feel you'llbe in a better place.
PLUCK!
Thats what you heard but not what you felt, so you open
your eyes and see a hand with a rose in it, but not you.
The gardener places the rose in the basket and looks at you,
'I Knew it was too good to be true' is what you think.
'Enjoy your time on the vine my dear, a life of a rose is
too short to be hiding behind other vines, come out and
let people see you, because you never know you might be
next.' And with that he pulled you from behind the vines
and walked away. The thorns didn't protect you but you did
get a second chance. 'From this day forward, no more will
I hide and no more will I be afraid of the gardener. I will
sit at the top of this bush for everyone to see me the
gardener was right a roses life is too short to hide behind
other vines'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem