Poetry and Stories for 2016

The Rose

The Rose
By Lisa Noe

It held such beauty in its' velvety petals
Soft pink or red, maybe yellow or white
It doesn’t matter it’s a beautiful sight
Long stems that carry its thorns
Growing wild or in a garden green
Lasting only for a short time you see
Representing purity, love, or friendship
What a powerful message it can bring
Given in honor or in memory
I love to see the dew drops on the petals
In the morning sunlight as the breeze blows.
Celebrated in art form, or given as a gift
The tender hands of nature creates this
Symbol of love given from the Father up above.
The rose gives the sweetest scent of all.