Blooming Good

A lonely flower stood on the hill

No it had no host

And it was no daffodil
It stood up high
Looked at the sun
It’s blooming life
Had just begun
All the other flowers were fast asleep
Their little hearts
Yet to share and leap
Just buds not bloom
They too would shine but not so soon
Early was this little flower
Very meek but with power
It’s stem was strong
It’s petals firm
The world seemed crazy
It was a concern
But the flower held its head up high
And watched the mad world go by
Determined to catch the sun
And have some fun
With its beautiful grace
With a smile on its face
It held itself strong
And felt it did belong
Despite the adversity all around
It knew there was  love and happiness to be found …
From the ashes from whence it swelled
As each tear it quelled
Determined to feel the pace
And leave with no trace
The horridness of the past
So with  one fell blast
It’s bud became the most beautiful bloom
So very soon
A red red rose with petals like velvet fabric
Faced up to the sun with a certain magic
And graced this world
And a difference it made
Giving its peace and beauty amid the crazy parade
Of those wandering in thoughtless wonder
With no time to ponder
This rose with strength took on the world
No longer in a dark corner curled
With hard work and lots of toil
Uplifted from the fertile soil
And with its sunny disposition
Now was in a position
To change the bad thoughts with its positive air
Because it really did have a care
So shine up little rose
You came to early
And your life has been one big hurly burly
Good always rises from the evil
We know that for sure
As one closes there is another open door
Red red rose shine on bright
And take the day into night
And along the way
Good always wins over badness
Happiness will shine above those tears of sadness
Good always rises high
Jesus has shown us this by and by
His tortured body rose again
Amid the torture and the pain
His bullied body was deplete
But this world he again did meet
This is the symbol you must agree
That truth and honesty will always be
the master of our bodies and souls
And that justice is always our true goal

Author: rosyhaze

I became interested in poetry about a year ago and try to write about things from my heart that are associated with events in my life or events going on in the World at large or closer to home. I am a visual artist and still am to a certain extent having exhibited some of my work as a visually impaired artist using sponges to paint. I have lost most of my eyesight in recent years to advanced glaucoma and my vision is now very limited I am finding my creativity now evolving in writing poetry and hope to publish my own book of verse in the future. I have a blog page on Wordpress where I share my poetry, art, photography, thoughts and favourite quotes and prayers at https://rosypoems.com

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