The Rose Poem by David Aslin

A grafted rose grows upon a hearty stock
Raised upon a soil of love,
Her stalk strengthens & reaches toward the sun,
Thorns develop to guard against danger.
While her leaves take in that all surround,
The air to breathe, the ever warming sun, the coolness of the quenching rain
Her buds are filled with all her love, her life.
She pushes them open with all her might, not even caring of her own plight
Each tender petal, so filled with her colour, her sent that fills the air, so rewarding & true
Each petal opens, to reveal the next, the more I see, the more I am hexed,
Leading toward her inner core, tis where she displays her struggle for life
She is glowing now in full splendour, showing to those that take the time,
To gaze, to smell & take in her wonder
Each perfect flower a testament to her undoubting strength, with each season to bloom & grow

To you my Lisa, you are all that is a Rose