where the wild roses grow

Dawn is the best time for roses

When the petals weep

With new beginnings

When you can sit and watch

The petals unfurl

Turning from tightly packed bud

To proud explosions of colour

When my roses bloom

I feel like taking every single person I see

And screaming

‘this is why we are here

this is beauty

why can’t you see?’

The vase on my coffee table

Is full of roses.

©Stuart Buck

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