The rose

Renewal is abound  
Rising up from the heels of decay  
to carry the life of the ancients  
where beauty prevails as a constant  
 
I ride the wind with the wren  
as a seed, soliciting the fray in the womb  
Flitting from mountain to valley  
before settling on a parcel  
unblemished by the relics of the departed  
 
I’ve readied my roots  
to release the lore of my existence  
Seducing the fragments of design  
to imbue my soul to the soil  
Tendrils of resilience weaving my foundation  
 
I forge my stalk with vigour  
direct and unswerving  
A stalwart soldier rising and courtly  
with a foothold in the bounds of supremacy  
 
My thorns are persuasive  
Gestures of scathe and scar  
deter the elite from ending my reign  
 
Unfurling my leaves  
I tickle the layers of tempests  
fondling the zephyrs that press me to dance  
 
I am composed in the compass of tranquility  
 
Rising like an emerald sceptre  
I’m stretching my neck for a view  
beyond the grasses in the meadow  
to absorb the verve of the orb laced of saffron  
 
Enchanted by its essence  
I rile the lilt of desire  
to compose a bloom  
on the cusp of uncut grace  
 
Inhaling its rays  
I unfold my sheath  
to release the splendour of the hue of carmine saturating my petals  
with a fragrance reminiscent of Queens in coronation  
 
With poise  
I’ve sown my value among the flora  
In time, I will wither  
leaving my seed to renew my spirit  
In the fertility of the sediment  
containing the jewels of the fore