Caroline (Bloom)

Among the thorns, a flower blooms

From smallest of buds, till now

When sunlight rushes to its call

Leaves whispering to know, just how

Could this be beauty, from rugged bush

Transforming to lovely, before our eyes

Through the storm clouds of darker days

To the peace of more brighter sky's

The warmth that bathed the started bloom

And pointed thorns that kept her charm

That hid her newness from the world

Crowdedly protecting her from selfish harm

A glimpse excited the garden in awe

As the bloom finally broke from its bed

For what the garden hoped to see that day

The beauty, of a single bloom of red

In the days, the Spring of new life

She was the bloom all sought, so fine

And the gardener just smiled, as they gazed

At the wonderful beauty, of his Caroline



Trying times may come my bloom, but you are always the rarest  and beautiful of flowers in my garden.