In the wild of nature and long ago
somewhere in Europe, I really don't know.
It could have been Sumeria, Lemuria or the Land of Mu?
From the soil a stirring, a seed popped and spewed.
The land was dry, parched and fine,
hardly the place for a beauty divine.
But never the less, a call was heard
and from the deep below her passion was stirred.
She vigorously grew from the land parched and dry,
no question, no reason, She never asked, Why?
Her roots were strong in the deep below,
they held her steady as she continued to grow.
A life-force so powerful, her energy so great
She had no idea nor the power of her fate.
Her stems became thick with leaves and thorns.
She did not yet know of her beauty being born.
Under the dark of the soil and with the light of the Sun
She began to quiver with the birthing of a bud.
It was early in the morning before the dawn,
the bud was stirring, stretching and yawned.
And as the Sun rose up beyond the horizon
She instinctively knew it was time for her Rising!
Her soft luscious petals coated in dew
slowly pressed open and before She knew
her Burgundy Beauty filled the air with her scent
She knew there and then what her fragrance meant.
From the deep dark below to the bright light above
her beauty and fragrance bathed the world with her Love.
The Feminine Divine in a form of a flower
every leaf, every thorn spoke of her power.
The scent of her fragrance would soften each heart.
This beautiful flower was a creation of Art.
From the very beginning to the end of time
the Rose will be known as the Feminine Divine.
A symbol of Beauty and Love is The Rose
Her intoxicating fragrance is poetry to the nose.
A gift from the Mother for her children on Earth.
The Rose is a symbol from which beauty is birthed.
May the Love of the Rose grow and grow
by the light of the Sun
and to the deep below.
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