Today I saw a flower, A rose, I did not look at the rose, I saw the rose. A yellow rose just opened, The petals straight in a spiral, Slightly flared at the tips. βBeautifulβ is subjective, Who am I to label the rose? Seeing the rose, The intricacy of creation, An explicable force, That formed the rose, That formed me. I was filled with wonder. Awe, A sense of belonging All this I would have missed If I looked at the rose.