If Life Were a Rose

If Life Were a Rose

by John Roxell

 

 

If life were a rose would I smell it?

Or would the fear of the bee's sting hold me back?

 

 

If life were a rose would I take pleasure in its lucid color?

Or would the brevity of its glow cloud its sunshine?

 

 

If life were a rose would I marvel at its delicate changing form?

Or would the falling of its petals bury the moment of its triumph?

 

 

If life were a rose would I pick the frail flower to be my own?

Or would the thorns create a barrier causing me to leave it behind?

 

 

If life were a rose.

 

 

 

Blessings.