A Solitary Rose.
alas, a solitary rose blooms in a secret garden. the door to this wonderful place, filling over with crocuses and orchids is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
This rose is unique, for it blooms with the stripes of the tiger, standing four feet tall.
Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
The cattails standing near the pond, with a waterfall at the mouth, are swaying to and fro in the gentle breeze, entertaining the coy, swimming in the sparkling blue water
Beneath lily-pad umbrellas. Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty. The way through this garden is paved with beach pebbles,
And trimmed at the edges with flowers and grass. The sun shines in patterns,
Through the leaves of a weeping willow tree, which houses a nest of wrens, twittering amongst themselves. Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty. the ivy creeps up and over the brick fence,
Greeting those lucky enough to find the garden. Yet the door to this wonderful place
Is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
Yet someone years before must have created this garden, planted the ivy and the willow tree, paved the pebble roads, added the coy to the pond, and tended the tiger-striped rose.
It was i, who created this garden you see, many years before. And though the door to this place is sealed, so that no one but me may behold it’s beauty, some day, it will open, for all to enjoy. Young boys will climb over the fence, as the ivy does,
Young girls will climb the willow tree, and watch the wrens in their nest.
Parents shall watch the coy in the pond, and feed them bread.
And all shall behold the beauty, of the tiger-striped rose.
alas, a solitary rose blooms in a secret garden. the door to this wonderful place, filling over with crocuses and orchids is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
This rose is unique, for it blooms with the stripes of the tiger, standing four feet tall.
Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
The cattails standing near the pond, with a waterfall at the mouth, are swaying to and fro in the gentle breeze, entertaining the coy, swimming in the sparkling blue water
Beneath lily-pad umbrellas. Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty. The way through this garden is paved with beach pebbles,
And trimmed at the edges with flowers and grass. The sun shines in patterns,
Through the leaves of a weeping willow tree, which houses a nest of wrens, twittering amongst themselves. Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty. the ivy creeps up and over the brick fence,
Greeting those lucky enough to find the garden. Yet the door to this wonderful place
Is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
Yet someone years before must have created this garden, planted the ivy and the willow tree, paved the pebble roads, added the coy to the pond, and tended the tiger-striped rose.
It was i, who created this garden you see, many years before. And though the door to this place is sealed, so that no one but me may behold it’s beauty, some day, it will open, for all to enjoy. Young boys will climb over the fence, as the ivy does,
Young girls will climb the willow tree, and watch the wrens in their nest.
Parents shall watch the coy in the pond, and feed them bread.
And all shall behold the beauty, of the tiger-striped rose.
3 comments:
That poem is awesome!
The first line is from the Miyazaki film Porco Rosso, is it not?
why yes, anonymous, it is.
but other then that, this poem is completely and totally original.
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