What is but a rose?
So sweet and beautiful alone
Yet hidden in a vast world
So tender and gentle at first look
Yet brings pain to first touch
Thorns we call them
Troubles and problems together
Yet still wonder how sweet of a smell
Comes from such a small part of this world
Colours alone amaze the naked eyes
Yet still touch many hearts
A sign of love, hope and joy
How could such a small thing
Yet mean so much to so many
What is but a rose?