Poem – Smell the Roses by Natasha

The roses are not worthy,

Of our Love,

Of our Praise,

Of our Grace,

If we allow them,

Their essence to be burnt,

Their beauty to be masked,

Their petals to be consumed,

Their thorns to be cut off,

Silenced,

The leaves to be crushed,

Their roots to be infested,

Crawling with their struggles.

It’s nearly Summer,

Smell the roses,

Look at the roses,

Nurture the roses,

Don’t let the heat,

Leave them wither and die,

Alone in self-isolation,

Smell the Roses …