Today the wind blew
the wild rose suffered
there on the shore
so vulnerable..unbuffered.
I watched as it's blossoms
broke..and flew apart
I felt the pain of loss
deep within my heart.
It's majestic scarlet pedals
littering the ground
so many gave up
without the slightest sound.
It whipped in the wind
it's beauty fading fast
I wondered how many flowers
would be strong enough to last.
As the wind died down
I walked to the shore
the mighty wild rose
still stood after the storm.
All it's beautiful blossoms
were gone..blown away
I cried for my giant
had it seen it's last day?
As I went to walk away
tears stinging my eyes
I saw a tiny rosebud
much to my surprise.
Buried deep inside
away from the winds rage
ready to bloom again
ready for a new day.
I walked away smiling
my wild rose still lives
it's beauty will return
it still has much to give.

WhiteRose