This route I ply frequent, I could envision it in a trance; Shiny thorns ravel buds before they are ready to be plucked Creeping plants grow close to the ground with their horizontal vines Ladybugs flee so little; resting on colored bright petals Seasons of disregarded mindfulness had built it into an unattractive **** fest Yet I loved to commute along this path, it called the rarest breeds
Today I noticed a different kind of rose, It hid from the mess, but it’s modesty was noticeable It varied from the lot I had daily seen; almost as if it flung out of another hemisphere It had gleaming petals all around and goldfinches sang melodies to its grace When the sun licked the ground, it cushioned it and smiled with pride At the sun’s slumber, crystal lights from the heavens glistened it Here, I saw my beautiful course through new lens The thorns no longer stifled the beautiful roses and the pathways had been decluttered for new passage
It’s all I searched for on my strolls, the clumsy atmosphere had me pay it no attention My habitual walk tuned me to visualizing this stretch without knowing, I nearly missed a chance to notice a flowering anomaly but today I slowed my pace and looked at it all through the eyes of my blossomed rose