Watching the growth of a budding flower
blossom,
wondering when will she notice her pedal's
developing into a beautiful Black Rose;
Peering into the soul of a fragrance sweeter than a tootsie roll,
admiring the power and strength of her poise and grace,
gently coasting,
even though life unfolds savagely,
her scent remains forever present like a new day,
she's a gift to all that are allowed to inhale a single sniff
which is sufficient enough to last two lifetimes;
Loving how her stem stands firm but flexible,
bending with the wind
and swinging to drum's beats
without losing one single leaf;
Peeping God's complex package,
knowing She did a great job well done…