In the Garden of God

In the garden of God, once a beautiful rose stood.
Beautiful were the hues sun-kissed from above,
Tall was its stem heralding the regal beauty of this one.

But time crushed the petals,
Maiming the beauty in which it would sway.
And many hard winds rustled through its field day after day.

As time wore on, the rose wasn't much of a sight.
Forgotten and trampled, no longer sight's delight.

Yet the most aromatic fragrance rose from its petals.
Had it never been crushed, its fragrance never understood.
Beauty isn't beauty until the inside revealed comes to life.

Delsia Marie Hall