Sweetpea000

The rose

A rose blooms from the soil
A deep beautiful red
It has magnificence it never asked for
Yet it was once a little seed

The rose had waited under the dirt
Closed off in the dark
Surrounded by worms and ants
When it was just a tiny speck of green

Perhaps it saw the nearby seeds
Perhaps a faint glimmer from above
But it only moved slowly

Little by little it arose from the dirt
Gradually seeing it\'s new life
Seeing the birds and the bees
Seeing the bright sky above

It had not yet bloomed
But stood as a humble green stem
With only a thorn to protect itself

It survived wind and rain
Till at last summer came
Bright, hot and cheerful
The garden burst with colour

The rose waited some more
Then tenderly unfolded it petals
To join the other flowers