The flower of virtue and love,
blossoms in the early morning
to the life giving moisture of dawn.
Buds of red and yellow bursting
forth in the warmth of the new
Sparkling diamond dew drops,
accent their beauty in the early morning sun.
Each rose a reflection of life renewed.
Fresh, clean and alive, like a promise
of hope just newly arrived.
Jackie R. Kays
Note: I'm sure you noticed, this poem does not rhyme.
To force it to rhyme, I felt would rob it of its meaning.
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