The Rose

© By Kayla D. Howard


Beauty in many ways,
Kindly many days.
A representation of love,
That is sent from above.
Shimmering red rays,
Sparkling raindrops laze,
Showering feelings of love,
Broken off with a gentle shove.

Alone on the ground,
In the dirt and drowned.
Will its beauty ever shine?
Will there be more smiles of mine?
Its return is bound,
Again love is found.
Ever-growing like a vine
Attracting glow in its time.