The Wild Rose

By Cam Brown

The journey to find it is not made of gold
You have to make the effort - You have to be bold

It is not flashy - Nor is it loud
For where it grows it cannot be proud

Don’t look up front or in the middle
Look in the back where there is very little

If all you can see is the scrub and the thorn
You will not live - You will only be torn

The part that will hurt you the greatest of all
Is when you don’t try and trip and fall

Few people will seek the place where it grows
Yet the most beautiful of all is the Wild Rose.

The sight of the rose takes my breath away
I dream of its beauty night and day

The colour of the petal is soft and so fine
I want to hold it and make it mine

Yet when you reach out you have to take care
There is still the thorn and it says - Beware

The smell of the blossom will fill a whole room
The beauty is the bride - The fragrance the groom

How can such beauty have so little cost
I know that without it my love would be lost

I will seek it out - I will go where it grows
For the most beautiful of all is the Wild Rose.