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.
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.