She was a tender rose bud, just beginning to blossom
God!  Beauty graced her with its' splendor
In all the World there was not one
Quite like her...
Yet she was different from the rest
And this diversity saddened her so very much
For what she desired most...
Was to resemble all her sisters
And this diversity was her crutch!

What made her different was her hue
Unlike her sisters, which glowed with a marvellous pink blush..
Her countenance was...blue!
In silence she suffered such disgrace
Why had God reproached her so?
As to disfigure her face
With such a homely glow?

A young girl came across the meadow
One golden afternoon
And beheld the lovely glow
Which eminated from the roses on that lovely day in June.

The girl smelled their wonderful fragrance
And delighted in their beauty...
She wanted to pick just the perfect rose...one with elegance;
She wished for the perfect rose that would shine for all the world to see
And then she gazed upon the most exquisite rose of all!!!
She was mesmorized and gasped in splendor
This rose was so different that it did enthrall
her very essence and filled all her senses
With such joy and wonder
At the beauty she had gazed upon...
Never had she seen such beauty in her young  existance!
As this one perfect rose so rare!
All the roses in the garden
Felt proud as proud can be...
For they felt sure  that she would pick them
For their exotic  beauty
And the blue rose felt a tear...a solitary tear
For she knew that the girl would pass her by!
But she need not fear...
The girl bent down and it was 'Blue' whom she came by
And 'Blue' was tickled pink with glee..
For it was she that would grace the girl's world with  'True' beauty & elegance..
As she sat pretty inside that ivory vase!!!
 

Mary Gonzalez  (c) 1999