The Rose
A single lonely rose grew in the corner of the garden.
Encircled by many others,
But alone.
As time passed, trials came and went,
Then one dealt a severe blow.
From that, the rose began to wilt and wither.
Feeling forgotten...
Then like a miracle...
A soft and gentle breeze,
Then a ray of light.
The other roses fell into darkness,
And the solitary rose began to shine
An intense special light nourished it.
Then it was watered by a gentle cascade,
One of love and selfless affection
"But why?"
The rose asked the sunlight.
The rose was in full bloom,
The sunshine smiled down on her.
"This is what I do," the sun replied.
I am your sunshine, your life, your soul.
You are my rose.
You always have been.
-Hurley (copyright 2007)
