November Rose
Fierce the spirit to compete
Runs rampant through this life.
Precious are the symbols,
Which help us with the strife.
A kind word, a strangers smile,
Sweet childhood memories,
A handmade gift given with love,
Many things like these.
Yet, sometimes, we are so caught up
Trying so hard to analyze,
We cannot see the beauty
That right before us lies.
Today I had to take a moment,
For before my eyes it grows.
Such a symbol of hope and joy
That sweet November Rose.
Runs rampant through this life.
Precious are the symbols,
Which help us with the strife.
A kind word, a strangers smile,
Sweet childhood memories,
A handmade gift given with love,
Many things like these.
Yet, sometimes, we are so caught up
Trying so hard to analyze,
We cannot see the beauty
That right before us lies.
Today I had to take a moment,
For before my eyes it grows.
Such a symbol of hope and joy
That sweet November Rose.
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