the rose

january.21.2001

What it means,
I cannot say.
The hope it brings,
I feel today.

Why it lives,
I do not know.
The love it gives,
It will freely show.

How it grows,
I just sit and stare,
The dream it makes,
The warmth of its care.

The Rose is all things,
That makes life this good.
I hope that this message,
Has been understood.