I was never a fan
Of flowers at all
Until I saw a Rose
After the rainfall.
Its red peddles
Shown among the daisies
Bright as the fire
In all its rarities.
How did it grow?
The only Rose here
Speaks hushed tones
But all so clear.
Her story has passion
Of anger and love
Deep stories reflect
Thoughts from above.
But among the daisies
So innocent with cheer
Joy illuminates them
But leaves Rose unclear.
The mystery remains
How one Rose grew
In a world of purity
The Rose clearly outgrew.