Compassion

Born a bud,

curled in, coiled.

For warmth;

for radiant light,

waiting.

spiralled petals fan,

once tight, leafy

arms spread to the sun;

a flower smiling 

at Spring skies.

She dances,

swirling - glorious - 

peach, tipped pink.

but as seasons change,

light fades

and so does glory.

Rose wilts and petals fall.

Leaves weep loss

but hail and sing

as ripe red fruit swells,

Rose's legacy,

her offspring.

She continues,

year on year.

Peach, tipped pink

as sunsets bloom,

compassion reborn.