The Rose and The Gardner

(poems go here) You see the rose, over there in the bush by the tree, that rose is not like any other rose you see its steam is strong its leafs are weak, each petal stained red by the blood of those who were untrained in handling such a unique flower you see a real gardener knows that a rose is one tha has to be treated differntly, form the rest you cant jsut grab it bare handed or you will get cut by the thorns there to protect it see God aint no fool he knew his rose would be desired by so many so he placed those thorns there to keep untrained hands from touching gave it a color which can profess love but also can show death a rose is unlike any other flower a rose is like God's gift to the world beaty that is wanted but only few can have A gradener who knows how to handle a rose is made by God I am like a rose hand made by God himself Given a steam strong enough to handle the harshest winds and rains thorns there to protct me from all who come to harm me petals stained by the hurt caused by those untrained hands see God has created a gradener just for me to handle cush a rose as unique as me i waint patiently in the bush by the tree for the gradener who God trained to handle a rose like me