She: the White Rose
Milky petals propagate in circles
Blooming into purity
Silky smooth layers wrap around each other
Attracting even the Queen Bee
To mark a new beginning,
She opens herself up to the world
With immense pride she matures
But why do all the creatures...
Observe her from afar?
Beneath her beauty lies danger
Without knowing, she is armed with thorns,
Mother Nature’s dreadful gift
As her allure fades she cries for help
Her existence craves a simple touch
But with the nasty chill,
And the bundling snow
She closes herself off—
As no one comes for her.
Nature Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
May 7, 2021
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