Thursday, 24 April 2008

The beauty of the rose, Art and Poetry

The beauty of the rose
Is that it never knows
The colours that unfold
In the eyes that beholds
But grows towards the light
Without the joy of sight
She lives for beauties sake
And gives more than she takes
She leaves much more behind
Than Man will ever find
And is forever one
With the stars, rain and sun
For the clouds of the sky
Will tell her no lies
The shadows on the fields
Will bring her no ills
She never feels the cold
Or needs the skill to hold
More than this moment now
And never wonders how
The mighty wind does blow
Or the great rivers flow
But is part of the whole
That is forever so.

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