A Rose In New York
Encompassed in a concrete enclave
Choking fumes swirl all around;
Long shadows steal the sunlight
And yet, firmly it stands its ground.
What little light it does receive
Are of colours red, amber and green,
And often at night time neon pink
And brilliant scarlet can be seen.
As each of the seasons change
From spring to summer to fall,
Its lovely silken pink petals
Appear more prominent to all.
Alas, the biting, bitter chill
Of winter’s hostile breath
Blows on the rose for days
Sending all flowers to their death.
Yet, this pink rose in New York
Endures all that comes its way
As a little girl goes to school
She gently touches it every day.
Love flows to that flower
From her fingers so kind and soft
And thus, it blooms for her daily
And her heart is raised aloft.
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