Joy Olree

Faithful Rose

Planted on a hill,
Watered and feed,
Left to grow,
Warmed by the sun,
Caressed by the wind,
Frozen by the cold,
Weathered by time,
Colored by the God,
Of all that would see,
The beauty of creation,
Faithful and strong,
Rose for love,
Friendship or death,
Rose for whatever,
Is needed at the time,
Year after year,
Sure as the sun sets,
And the moon rises,
The faithful rose,
Will rise once more,
It’s beauty for all to see

{Poem by Joy Olree}