AS I STAY IN THE BELLY OF THE ROSE

Rose

I have reached the middle of a rose

Through the bushes

And all the thorns

Seeking more colour to brighten

Seeking more scent to attract

I pray the Sky gives its nurturing

II

I need the sun in gentle doses

I need the breeze like livers need breath

I need the rain in moderate doses

To flourish and ripe in beauty and sweetness

And leave for the corridors of the heavens

To see the whole structure of the earth

III

I might be pecked by pests for nectar

I might be crushed by feet in the dark

I might be struck by winds and thunder

But I am here

And I pray for the best

As I stay in the belly of a rose

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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