I know not why

I see a rose
I smell it, lightly tingeing the air
Sweet and refreshing.

I touch the rose
Soft petals, firm in their way
But rimmed with thorns.

I hear others
Calling and cursing
They tried to caress the rose
and found the thorns
- I know not why.

I smell a carnation
And see this favourite
All colours and texture
Thorn free allure
Passed over by others
- I know not why.

Many flowers
Many scents, colours, textures
All unique
Some rimmed with rules
Some not.

I see and smell and caress the flowers
and leave the thorns
to those who,
I know not why,
wish them.

© Kayleen White, 2008