A Rose is still a Rose

poemness.

A rose is still a rose
Through all the storm and hail
Through fall and spring and summer heat
Through thick and thin and fat and frail

A rose is still a rose
In a city or a farm
In a place were nothing grows
In safety or in harm

A rose is still a Rose
When all its petals go
When bushes wither and trees fall
A rose is a rose through it all.

Reviews

[Lexy]

Awesome

[Kyle A. Smith]

hmmm..
I like to believe that the Rose is in fact a person.
or that is what i like to think of it as..
or personifies love..

idk :)

[Monners]

this is beautiful. relates to life so well. and the rose image itself is wonderful too.