The Blue Rose

The Blue Rose She was a tender rose bud, just beginning to blossom God! Beauty graced her with its' splendor In all the World there was not one Quite like her... Yet she was different from the rest And this diversity saddened her so very much For what she desired most... Was to resemble all her sisters And this diversity was her crutch! What made her different was her hue Unlike her sisters, which glowed with a marvellous pink blush... Her countenance was...blue! In silence she suffered such disgrace Why had God reproached her so? As to disfigure her face With such a homely glow? A young girl came across the meadow One golden afternoon And beheld the lovely glow Which iminated from the roses on that lovely day in June. The girl smelled their wonderful fragrance And delighted in their beauty... She wanted to pick just the perfect rose... one with elegance; She wished for the perfect rose that would shine for all the world to see And then she gaced upon the most exquisite rose of all!!! She was mesmorized and gasped in splendor This rose was so different that it did enthrall her very essence and filled all her senses With such joy and wonder At the beauty she had gazed upon... Never had she seen such beauty in her young existance! As this one perfect rose so rare! All the roses in the garden Felt proud as proud can be... For they felt sure that she would pick them For their exotic beauty And the blue rose felt a tear...a solitary tear For she knew that the girl would pass her by ! But she need not fear... The girl bent down and it was 'Blue' whom she came by And 'Blue' was tickled pink with glee... For it was she that would grace the girl's world with 'True' beauty & elegance... As she sat pretty inside that ivory vase!!!  Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 19991999, Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 10:52 PM PST, Mary Aris   0 • 12