Gift to the Rose

Take any rose and look some more,

you’ll see that it is made up of four.

The head, the stem, then leaves and thorns,

each of these a rose adorns.

Her head the beauty pulls us in,

 thorns so pointed, protecting kin.

The stem she has such a vital task,

to feed the flower so long it may last.

Leaves capturing the light as energy,

assist the plant so she can breath.

And then the roots that we can’t see,

anchoring her in so she can be seen.

Look again when a rose you see,

 generous friends so she can just be.