The Rosebud Poem by Michael Reston

A bud you were when first I found
You lying naked on the ground
And timid and so shy of face
That deep within I sensed a grace -

Of presence 'neath the leafy skin
That longed to let the sunlight in
And when my hand with soft caress
Did wake you from your inner rest

A pliant flame began to show
And beauty first began to glow
And in my palm there grew a sight
Of features fine and color bright

With skin so fair, far gone from green
That bloomed to beauty unforeseen
Your figure is proud, fresh and tall
And spirit strong, beloved by all

And no one remaining knows
That once a bud became a rose