Once a spring so long ago
A time when flowers grow
Amidst a field of daffodils
There grew a yellow rose

At first a small bush growing
Spreading upward leaf by leaf
To be ABOVE all the daffodils
was its hope and its belief

Within time the day arrived
The bush now felt a power
That soon within a little time
It would become a flower

Struggling, grasping
Reaching for the heavens
Upward grew the little bush
Advantage nature had not given

Shadows of darkness
The air a pending storm
Arrogant to that which was around it
Things that might cause it harm

Rolling clouds and crashing thunder
Mother Natures Violence
Suddenly across the field
There came an eriee, a deafening silence

Enoumous gusts of violent wind
Swept across the field
Breaking the bush, almost a rose
As it tried to refuse to yield

Its petals stripped
Its hopes all gone
The rose began to fade
Back below the daffodils
The destiny it had made

Broken, humbled
Left with only the smallest of dreams
To live below the daffodils
Its destiny it seems

Learning and healing
Crippled and scared
Memories of a violent storm
For which it was not prepared

Many seasons came and past
To again a little bush
To live AMONG the daffodils
was the roseplant's only wish

Then one bright brilliant shining morning
Mother Nature smiled
and held out her hand
to this scarred and humbled bush

She realized the bush
knew completely now
growing cannot be rushed

And Nature seeing this little bush
Repenting for its sins
Gave the bush a ray of hope
The rose would bloom again

At first a quiet spark
A flickering
A flame
Rays of brilliant sunlight
Curing all the pain

Upward, skyward bound the rose
Strong and true and sure
The rose now knew within heart
Motives that were pure

Blooming with the brilliant color
of the effervecent sun
The rose now knew for sacrifice
The gift that it had won

Once above the daffodils
Much to its surprise
Were miles and miles of the most beautiful flowers
Gods gift Mother Natures prize

A lesson learned by life undone
One no other can take
To be above the daffodils
Is the respected humble glory

Only Mother Nature can make

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