The Rose

The Rose

Recognition follows, words intended for the heart;rhyme sits in respected silence,dwells as one, one script, one part.Petals closed, brand-new to view, so fresh in innocent witness;come closer, see, unleash the now,circle of splendor, in it's fitness.Quiet, peace, complete concert sways, hear the roar so still;as in this moment, crimson beauty,displays more glory real.In the candor, of the being, all belong, as does this rose;observing the observer, whispering wind,ever growing, no more to close.

Tarek

2006