In a Colored World

I live in a rose-colored world.

Its roots are innocence,

So darkly pure.

Kindly hidden,

Naturally protected,

In Mother Nature’s warm, damp hands.

I live in a rose-colored world.

Its stems knotted, twisted.

Sprouts striving further.

Wearily growing,

Continuously reaching,

Believing this path has no end.

I live in a rose-colored world.

Its sharp thorns

Cause hurt that

Naturally scrapes,

Unemotionally scars,

That inevitably solidifies in a greater strength.

I live in a rose-colored world.

Its blossom, its soul,

Where God’s Glory unfurls

To constantly give rest,

To humbly give love,

To mightily give the intangible,

And color the world once again.