The Rose a sight of beauty but one touch of a thorn it will leave a prick oh the might of the Rose The war of the Rose is a conflict within struck between Thorns of 2 only if the Rose was blue Staying true as the Rose grew what good did it do the rose withered and died Dried crisp petals are taken away by the wind a distant memory of a recent past yet at last upon each year the rose grew not a tear was headed it remained true The strength of a Rose is unopposed a beautiful red that will prick as it stick 2 self preservation nature’s beautiful creation for ever gazed upon and never touched Photo Credit; Edward Howell