By: Jacob La Mar
The icy wind whipping through the trees,
And all around it’s beginning to freeze,
And right in the middle of a snow covered field,
It was warm, being guarded by an invisible shield,
Inside the warmth was a patch of lilies,
That were kept safe and warm from all that was chilly,
And in the very center like the chief of a tribe,
A red rose appeared to keep the lilies alive.
It drew my eyes to it like a wolf to the moon,
And soon I felt the warm summer breezes of June,
But still entranced, staring at its position,
Like restoring peoples faith was its mission.
As time went on, and the seasons past,
My eyes stayed transfixed so my faith would last,
Watching a rose whose only purpose and reason,
To be the only constant through the change of the seasons.
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