The rose in ramble climbed aboard
the sprawling hedge with thorn as sword
protection from the local fauna
‘cept the critters seeking nectar.
Soon to bud as daylight stretching
pinkens up divine perfection,
perfumed in such subtle honour,
rampancy in floral nature.
With buds abrupt and petals pending
gnarling grips of tendrils wending,
barbed within its rugged manner
beauty found in all that waits.
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