I wanted to share another poem by my father. I often will just sit and read whilst in the office. I find it helps me with my day.
My Rose Tree
By Dr. Umanand Prasad
Not so long ago
I watched my rose tree grow.
Green petals and buds
with thousands flowers and more.
Iceberg roses they were called
As white as snow
They lined my garden path
right up to my door.
Full of pride
My heart aglow.
My beautiful rose garden
was something to show.
Then from somewhere
The wild windy winter came.
Leaves fell and petals fell
I was filled with shame.
My tree looked bare
no pleasure to share
No leaves, buds or flower
All had gone in one shower.
Bare branches
With prickly thorns
The rose tree
Greeted me one morn
My leaves
Buds and flowers torn
Will melt with earth
To be reborn.
One day my friend
you will also fall.
Like my leaves and flowers
Branches, roots and all.
To rot to the ground
And then rising tall
To shine once again
In God’s
Beautiful garden hall.
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