Under a shield of shining glass,
To help the rays to reach their growing mass
Other destructive elements shut completely out
With bugs and worms never so stout.
Not all the roses share the protection
Some given life out in the wild
To fend against all mischief and rejection,
Some failing others amending poor child.
All the roses whatever their creed or need
Are brilliantly colourful and exquisitely proud
No matter the stuff that consistute their feed
Roses and females share the same shroud.
Swinging to and fro braving the wind all day,
With little or no shelter in huge sways,
Little rosy cheeks showered in spray,
All creatures around watch in dismay.
Watching you for long whiles standing by
Streuggling with every mortal frown
At times challenging but at times shy
Early morning dew drops sliding down.
Colours all around brightens the field
Their scent all round diffuse
For all passers from deadly spines to shield
Without least fear of abuse.
Many on a wintry day the urge for survival drops
And burdensome fragility demands surrender
The red Rose bleeds pulsating shots
At the wayside left by the confused pretender.
Strength generated by beauty muster the will
Brilliant roses, mighty roses, exciting inviting on demand
The stronger of the species seeks just fun and thrill
But expertly subdued under the roses’ command.
When all is said and done without unduly fumed
And all the Roses in the garden of creation
Are lovingly tendered, cured and pruned
Togetherness, respect and trust lead all to veneration.