(Photo not mine)
WHITE ROSE
In the garden of Eden,
Flowers bloom like no one can imagine
Varieties of them to choose from
But one flower stood up.
Vibrant as it is in the middle of the garden
Unaware of its glow, how sweet innocent it is.
The color of it like a snow
Showing luminescence purity.
A young rose speaks of youthful
Immature to the world’s adventures.
Beauty that keeps
Like an unexpressed feeling.
It speaks love,
Saying “ I am worthy”
A promise of unchanging love,
Through high and low.
A flower that gives hope on early beginnings
And recognition of homage in one’s ending
Refreshing to an eye like a baby’s smile.
Thorns may surround it but it never pave it indescribable simplicity.