A hill of flowers
all yellow.
Trees surrounding
all around,
a sanctuary.
Among all of these
is a single red rose.
Bright, standing out
among the rest.
My eyes are compelled
to look at iI do not, none the less,
for like the touchiest of secrets
and most sensetive of tales
it may be best untouched.
It, inspiration upon and within itself.
It, the springtime rose.
beautiful work