Pondering over a rose
A bird meditated on
The compelling beauty
Of a blooming life,
That actually survived
The thorns in its stride.
The rose stands poised and pretty
Smiling with innocent pride.
Its fragrance is a blessing
That awakens the soul.
Reminds me how a little bird
Understands the overcoming
Of the everyday survival test.
Dodging the dangers surrounding
Its little family in the little nest.
Looking at them I got this feeling
Life's beauty lies in its struggles.
