I see the beauty of a Rose
in abundance lush and pink,
A miracle of creation
affecting what I think.
You stand in proud majesty
with blossoms to the Bee,
But your barbs are cruel
for one who fails to see.
Fragrance of your garniture
wafting on the breeze,
Gilds the thought and eases all
of those it finds to please.
For sincerity or love’s grace
you are the gift to give,
Displaying tender passions
lasting longer than we live.
Oh! Why did God create you?
So perfect and so rare;
Was it for mankind to wonder,
at such detail and his flair?
There are blooms to outshine you
some would argue and propose,
Yet for me there is no equal
to the petals of a Rose.
Monty Alexander 25.6.00