Nature Poems about our Wonderful World
Nature Poems
Rose Poem
A lovely poem about the spirit of a rose.
The Spirit Called Rose
© Fredrick D. Terry
From the legs of an insect I fell,
And below the surface I dwelled,
Cramped and dark, yet I know not why,
Oh how I do wish to see the sky,
I know I am here for a reason,
Yet it is not my season...
To express myself in my greatest form,
To listen to God's call like solider to horn,
I've dwelled in the hair of young women and beautiful crones,
I've dwelled in beautiful gardens and brought luxury to homes,
My scent is lovely everyone knows,
For behold, my friend, I am Rose.
And I am beautiful.
Rose Poems The Spirit Called Rose
From the legs of an insect I fell,
And below the surface I dwelled,
Cramped and dark, yet I know not why,
Oh how I do wish to see the sky,
I know I am here for a reason,
Yet it is not my season...
To express myself in my greatest form,
To listen to God's call like solider to horn,
I've dwelled in the hair of young women and beautiful crones,
I've dwelled in beautiful gardens and brought luxury to homes,
My scent is lovely everyone knows,
For behold, my friend, I am Rose.
And I am beautiful.
Rose Poems The Spirit Called Rose
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