I’m a bright red rose
The loveliest flower in the garden
And for being proud of my beauty today
I’m not begging your pardon!
Today, I smile and charm all the bees
While butterflies queue up to sip from me
And the gardener calls me his prized possession
And for a glimpse of me the winds blow from the sea…
The sun pours down gold on my petals
Carefully caressing my immaculate folds
Even the oak is dwarfed by my presence
And the marigolds and dandelions look quite cold.
So I’ll bask unabashedly in my moment of glory…
For along with the evening, my beauty will fade…
And tomorrow as my petals lie strewn on the bushes
I’ll be a memory of what Thou Hath made!
