The Mundane Rose Poem by Jim Farr

I find Nature dull, and emotionless
while some write poems about the colors of a flower
I find such work mundane
although a rose may be bright
and colorful; with a pleasant smell
is it not the same in all ways
as every other flower in its garden
and the thousands that bloomed before
when a rose is smelled, it is the same
as when Shakespeare wrote of it
hundreds of years ago
but in the curves of a human face,
we can find something never before seen
in natures many years
in her voice, sounds no ear before heard
in her smile, I found life
and reason, the melody
of a song no one before could sing