This poem was inspired by the beauty of the wildlife that surrounded me while out on one of my walks. It's basically about how something so small and insignificant can go undetected, but with a little bit of time and patience you are able to see things you wouldn't necessarily see.
The Lonely Red Rose
There out in the garden, in
the ground,
I see a red rose upon a
muddy mound.
Dark and shaded well within
the trees,
Covered up by the brown and
yellow leaves.
Though it looks like it’s
down and sourer,
Hidden within there is great
power.
The big red leaves shine out
brightly,
Even though that is not sightly.
In the wind it blows back
and fourth,
Both East, West, South and
North.
The lonely red rose appears
from the mist,
No one else knows the red
rose exists.
