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.