Life is a rose
In a garden full of other flowers
Fragile looking, yet strong
A beauty and a gift.
In the beginning
It's only a closed up bud
Waiting for someone to love it
For the rest of it's time.
So nurture it, care for it
And it will blossom and grow
But ignore it, forget it
And it will wither and die.
They are all different colours
Some subject to discrimination
Yet underneath it all
They are all the same.
But like all good things
There is also the bad
For underneath the gentle petals
Lie the hidden thorns.
So treat life with respect
Love it with all your heart
Remember it's a gift
'Cause Life is a Rose.
(C) Dreaming Angel 2000
