Rose Crown

Thorns reside on a crown where roses once grew

Spiraling outward towards the heavens

with the arrival of spring

It’s winter now.

What was once a fiery bush of life

Is now stagnant and dead

Until the seasons change

And with the coming of rain

A bud begins to grow.

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