In my garden this morning I realize
The universe has many a noble soul
You need look no further for proof
Than to my humble shrub of rose
She had great fortitude to bear
In silence the harsh winter months
Come spring, the only food she gets
Are vegetable rinds and rotten humus
But she bears no ill will toward me
No matter what things at her I throw
She greets me with a smile this morning
Holding in her hand a beautiful rose!
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