Petals soft and morning dew kissed
A perfect bloom
Amongst the gloom
The earth sourrounding lay trampled and bare
The masses notice and begin to stare
Such a lovely sign
This bud survives the time
The warring all around grinds to a halt
No one dares this flower to fault
A simple display of beauty and grace
Casting its light in this otherwise gloomy place
Everyone is entranced
No one varies their glance
This magnicifant rose
Holds their eyes, captive and froze
One wonders how and why
But no one moves a wavering eye
They sit and watch through the days light
For fear the rose may leave their sight
At last the mist begins to fade
But still there I stayed
Are you the perfect rose
Are you the flower from this prose
