The purpose of this prose
Does suppose that the rose
Knows not what it's doing
Or even the beauty it evokes
As the roots soaks up sweet liquid
Transforming sun and water into lipid cells
Creating encapsulated shells around the soon to bloom
Taking in all it can consume
moments zoom and we see the expression of its labor
Savor the flavor of its petals, as they express that given favor
Is the true savior
So why does it continue to create?
What truth lies in its wish to proliferate?
This we could debate
But I see it as love
Asking for nothing,
But still rising above
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About the Creator
Nicholas Goodman
Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.
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