I looked into my garden,
Saw rose bush there on show,
There were no pretty flowers,
Only thorns where flowers grow.

I would seek to change things,
So began to carefully tend,
That thorny plant so dangerous,
Somehow I'd help it mend.

I trimmed and pruned the branches,
Tilled the ground that did surround,
Gave it food and water,
And hoped new life it found.

Went out there almost daily,
Carried out the same chore,
Kept at it for so many weeks,
Worked at it more and more.

Then finally on one morning,
To my garden I did go,
And looked towards that rose bush,
Saw a bud begin to show.

I toiled and worked much harder,
To give that bud the power,
So one day soon into the future,
It would be an awesome flower.

That flower bloomed so beautiful,
I decided it to leave,
Proved toil in right direction,
Would beauty soon achieve.

That rosebud told the story,
Of my hope for all mankind,
If we work in the right direction,
Then beauty we will find.

Like all the world around me,
So ugly it did look,
But as I worked towards it,
Then beauty overtook.

Look closely at your neighbour,
Be he friend or foe,
Or is he just a rosebud,
With beauty soon to show.

Will take just a few minutes,
Each and every day,
To extend a hand of kindness,
So you can show the way.

That neighbour then can do the same,
Like that rosebud I did see,
Reach out further still again,
And set another rosebud free.

If we all choose that path,
The whole world will soon bloom,
And everyone would live in peace,
There'd be no more despair or doom.

So once there was a rosebush,
From which a rosebud grew,
But it sent a powerful lesson,
For all men to follow too.

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Dark Blue Knight
6th February 2005
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