Like the summer morn
Graceful and tender
Withholding its thorn.
Standing so straight and tall
Poised and proud as can be
Its undying beauty
Shown unto thee.
Petals elegantly displayed
Their splendor for all to see
Proud members of the flower itself
Everyone loves them, surely.
Stems, so firm and strong
No credit is given
Strength beneath blossoms
Another piece of Heaven.
White is for purity
Red being for love
It matters not the color
They are brought from above.
Life ends for all
Petals wither away
Stems grow weak
Life is ended.
Much joy was given
During the course of its life
The memory will live on
Forever in the minds.
Written and copyrighted by: Kathy L. Pugh
