Petals and Thorns

Petals and Thorns

To a rose
Serenity is simple
It is the only truth
The passage of time

Whether its petals be in hiding or full bloom

So long as there is time
The rose exists
Without protest
Without demand

We pass by it
Occasionally, we smell it
But it does not move
Not even when we move it

The rose is acted upon
By those that share in its existence

And with its calm
With its serenity
It inspires

Then, at its end
It continues

It creates