I sit in quiet contemplation and I suppose,
That nothing can surpass the beauty of the Rose.
But can it’s showy beauty really match, however
those random acts of kindness in some sweet endeavour,
It’s a simple loving message that gives us thoughtful pause
An offer of support, some unexpected shopping left at doors
Those friends who send us texts and we talk to on the phone
Dispels the notion that no-one cares, we are not alone.
So now I’ve thought of it so carefully, I can now assume
that there are more beautiful things than a flower in full bloom
and ‘though it’s true a Rose would smell as sweet with another name,
Consider too, when all this trouble’s over, will we ever be the same?