The Rose of New York

Encompassed in a concrete enclave
Choking fumes swirl all around;

Tall shadows steal the sunlight,

Still,it firmly stands its ground.

What little light it does receive

Are of colours red, amber and green,

And often at night, neon pink

Or brilliant scarlet can be seen.

As each of the seasons change

From Spring to Summer to Fall,

Its lovely silken pink petals

Appear ever beautiful to all.

Alas, the biting, bitter chill

Of winter’s hostile breath

Blows on the rose for days

Sending other roses to their death.

Yet, this pink rose of New York

Endures all that comes its way

As a little girl goes to school

She gently touches it each day.

Love flows to that flower

From her fingers so kind and soft

Thus, it blooms for her daily

And her heart is raised aloft.