The Rose That Grew In The Desert - Poem by Dave Dafes
Against all odds
Against the tyranny of nature's reign;
He grew, a rose in the desert
His crimson petals sleep not,
Nor does the scorching waves make it wane.
Against the expectations of all
Who thought him fraught;
By the overwhelming odds
And nurture's ferocious hordes,
He was destined against, to battle
Unbeknownst to them;
In his pistil lies a spark
That kindled his feeble Will,
To fight the blazing desert sun
When he was but a bud.
A moist within his breast does melt;
The desert fiery heat,
Nature and Nurture combine,
To sprout the Rose that grew in the Desert,
Whose fragrance the world inspires.
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