Rose

As you unfold your petals
You feel one of your thorns
It stings, cuts and burns,
So sharp you start to drip blood
Soon you must center yourself
Realize you’re not your thorns
Relax and take a deep breath
Remember to stay above
The petals are red and bright
They’re huge, soft and strong
Possessing an unforgettable scent
Inspiring feelings of love and awe
The caretaker who planted you
Is wise, gentle, and a bit worn
Like a gentle observant grandfather
Established in his golden throne
He caters to you with gentle care
Prays with you at every dawn
Soon you have many stems
You thrive in his dedicated love
There are so many petals
Bringing youth to his soul
It’s a beautiful love story
The caretaker and his rose.

Raven Archer