July 1, 2011
Bud of a rose,how quickly it grows.
It dances with winds one of it's only friends.
It's pedles so fragile,
It's moves filled with grace.
It's thorns show it's power
It's roots hold it's place.
Swaying,twirling,ballet for the soul.
Then it takes a deep bow done with it's role.

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