THE ROSE

To feel a whispered breeze

In the early summer dawn.

To see a lovely red rose

From mother nature, newly born.

Like an infant awakening

To a bright new world

It`s lovely petals of velvet

Shine in the sun and slowly unfurl.

With a delicate head

Caressed in leaves of green.

Covered in dew

On which it is weaned.

There is none so lovely

As this we see.

So beautifully created by hands unseen.

Splendidly languishing

In its pure simplicity.

This work of art is a symble of love.

So special, serene and still

So blessed from above.

But as time goes by

The rose sadly dies.

Then mother nature weaves her magic

Another rose of unique beauty

Will again reach for the sky.

This piece is dedicated to Mr Williamsji George Maveli. Mr Maveli is a lovely soul who was the first person to welcome me to this site and has given me nothing but love, care, guidance, support and beautiful compliments on my work. I appreciate his wisdom and it is a great honour to recieve his compliments as he is such a gifted and experianced poet. I am very proud that he has come into my life. Thank you Williamsji you are a treasured soul. Much love to you. George xx