Image and description for poem #19
A sepal, petal and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn -
A flask of Dew - A Bee or two -
A Breeze - a caper in the trees -
And I'm a Rose!
Upon a common summer's morn -
A flask of Dew - A Bee or two -
A Breeze - a caper in the trees -
And I'm a Rose!
Description
When
meditating on this poem, I sat there and totally imagined myself as a
“Rose”. The vains in a rose pedal are the same as ours, there is no
difference. The bud of a rose beats as our hearts do, and the wrinkled
pedals show their age. We are no different than a rose going about its
day.
