Here I hide from view, beneath the green,
Betwixt the thorns a sight unseen.
The others they find a beauty rare,
Taking no notice that I am there.
They pass by busy, occupied, in a rush,
I wait silent, patient for that gentle hush.
When my companions cease their loud display,
And that tender hand and voice gently say.
Oh, Crimson Glory, thee I have found,
Hidden away, beneath, not a sound.
Yet, there you were all this long time,
The Garden’s truest gem is a mime.
I have found at last the one of the crop,
The others caused my steps to stop.
Oh, Crimson Glory! Faint not away,
Because it is you that causes me to stay!
Another day, another rose! Is it possible to have a favorite picture? Each one speaks a thousand words, as the old proverb goes. Yet, there are those ones that reach out and take you by the heart and won’t let go! This is one of those.
While thinking of what to write, I couldn’t help but stare at this rose and remember the shots taken several years ago. She was tucked away beneath several thorn-covered stems and shining leaves, but the best of the entire bunch. Then the poem came to me. How often do we quickly pass by, not unappreciative of nature’s beauty, but only giving it the cursory glance and the rhetorical comments? Sometimes, never stopping and really seeing what is there or hidden away for only those that look for more. It is a busy life, but honestly there is nothing like a sunset, a storm, or a macro shot to make you stop and realize how much more to life there is. It was all put here for us and our families to enjoy!
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