The Rose in the thicket

There is a rose in a thicket

Beginning to bud

But it’s hid by the thorns

It’s down near the mud

As beautiful as it is

And as radiant it seems

It fears to grow

And reach for its dreams

With a little mud on its petals

The rose is weighed down in despair

This beautiful rose is now feeling hopeless

It’s going to die in its dark thorny lair

Now the rain comes down

The rose stops budding

It’s given up hope

Then the sun shines thru

Illuminating the thicket

With a small little ray warming the petals

The rose lift’s its petals

Discovering it’s now sitting higher

The rain had washed the rose clean

The rose that was in despair

Is now rising above its dark, thorny lair…