Choices
By Linrose
How much easier to ride the crest of a wave, While to swim against it, an act so brave; How much faster a weed will shoot to the sky, While a rose ascends slowly, then dies ~ After a brief exquisite display to the world, Its essence lingers to remind us of how it unfurled; Its layers of petals, reaching inner ones refined, Where at the center lays nectar, so divine; Prickly thorns protect this delicate flower, It may grow among wilder species, but won't cower, Remaining untouched by all that surrounds it ~ Then unfurls its love to enrich and uplift man’s soul to a state more desirable ~ Where he too can shine forth with virtue so noble. Written May 5th, 1990 © on Oct 03 2001 08:33 AM PST 0 • 13
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