A Single Winter Rose

Winter’s here; the children all play outside,

Decorating snowmen with their old clothes;

Where in a white den of lush snow, they hide,

There lays a single beautiful red rose.

Once, it had been as bright as Summer’s sun.

Encrusted by winter frost, it still glows.

Now it lies amidst the snow, only one.

Its tale was once lost; now everyone knows.

The life is a miracle, yet untold.

For it is pure evil to compare it;

Instilled in its state of peace, to behold.

It shall not be granted to those unfit.

Yet, thy precious flower shall not defy

Its beauty and life; for near spring it cries.