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