Desert Roses

Sweet, small, delicate

Such beauty in a desolate land.

Yet as sun sinks, moon rises

Desert roses turn their faces to stars,

Drink deep little Rose for night’s beauty lasts only a little while,

For when sun rides its chariot across the sky,

You must curl up and die.

The wind caresses your sweet lips,

And on it you hear a sweet melody of hope,

For as the sun crosses the sky,

You prepare to bloom once more,

With a beauty greater than before.

On and on this cycle goes until one night,

As the sun consumes

You find you are strong,

And as sun rides its chariot across the sky,

You turn your face skyward and listen to the sweet melody of the wind.