The hidden rose blooms in the shadows
Unknown to the passers by
Her beauty unseen and less unlearnt
To many a wonderous eye
Her thorns do grow in order to seal
The natural way to protect her
So no one can touch when she is found
And use her for thier pleasure
Untarnished and serene a wonderous sight
Her body develops and grows
But the scent of her aromatic being
Is carried beyond the shadows
A passer by does stop and turn
To see what he can smell
And there beneath the shadowy wall
Her beauty now seen to tell
His hand delves in and grabs her stem
No fear has he as he pulls
Her cries unheard as she starts to break
Her protected petals fall
He didnt think that what he was doing
Would destroy such a beautiful thing
And all because he didnt think
To the damage he would bring
Instead of preserving her beauty
And let her grow and feed
He took her life and destroyed it
And all for his selfish need
The moral of this poem is………. Think before you do and consider the needs of others before the needs of yourself
Written by Teresa Cooper ©
