ODE TO THE ROSEBUSH

The rose flower has such a wonderful smell
In this poem, a story I must tell
Roses are red, yellow, pink and sometimes peach
Many lessons of life the rosebush can teach

Look at all those shiny green leaves
Watch out for the thorns, roll down your sleeves
Spring, summer, fall and winter are the seasons
The Master grew the rosebush for many reasons

He said the rose can brighten my child's day
When the skies are gloomy during the month of May
A sweet fragrance I'll make the rose exude
The hummingbirds, bees, and butterflies I must include

They will enjoy the roses as they blossum
'Neath the rosebush, will be a bed for an opossum
He must have a shelter from the storms I send
He can smell the roses until the storms end

The Master was pleased that He had made the rose
He sent a fragrant rain to give it a dose
Of life giving water that made the rose grow
And blossum with pretty flowers like unto a rainbow

When your life is troubled and filled with doubt and fears
Look at the dew on the roses, and remember Jesus' tears
As they placed the crown of thorns upon His sweet head
Father forgive them is the words He said

The rose reminds us of this earthly life
The thorns amongst the beauty are as sharp as a knife
But the knicks and cuts are worth the prize
Beautiful roses on the table, no matter what the size.

Copyright 2004 Irvin L. Rozier