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