Full bloom
There amongst the Brambles, thickets and the weeds, stands a lonely flower and of some care she really needs
Then along came a poet, wandering through this garden land, he spied upon this stifled flower, he decided on a plan
He took a line of caring words, he cut through the weeds of hate, cleared away all the brambles, he knew it was his fate
To release the lonely flower, who was being strangled by her weeds, he gave to her loving water, on her thorns the droplets hung like beads
For she was no ordinary flower, for she was a type of special Rose, who once cleared of her weeds, beautiful petals she could show
Soft full and stunning, she began to grow and bloom, free from all brambles and the weeds that sealed her doom
So now the poet tends her, he nutures her with love, he treats her with compassion and there's sunshine up above
No dark clouds, or rainy days, he tries to keep a smile upon her face, so she can stay in full bloom, and grow with style and grace
Ron
