The Rose

A tiny rosebud beside the garden fountain,
Sun-ripening and dancing with life
Her petals open, reaching for warmth
Bursting with growth.

Moist earth, summer fragrance,
And the sound of the fountain
Caress her delicate petals
Now shimmering from the morning dew.

Oh! A fall frost lurks nearby
That reaches to touch the fragile flower,
To steal her fragrance by the fountain,
That now runs cold with falling leaves floating.

She has pushed her way through thorns,
Fought off pestilence and storm,
Now her Protector reaches...
A gentle hand to offer His own Eternal Water.