Like the rose you cherish:
Take care of it, you do!
Even though it loves it in the wild:
You water it!
It has blossomed and now glows
They see it but can’t understand…. how?
It’s wild after all!
And it looks at them with mischief…
They want to pluck it for its petals
But the rose it is, it has thorns
‘Don’t tamper, or you get stung’
It seems to say!
Then you come like the morning sun
And it opens up to bask
It just can’t help itself
The magic is overpowering!
(C) Angela Kateemu
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