This sprawling rose was never pruned.
Some of its branches, heavy on the ground
With winter blooms, drape as a marvel,
A wonder to the eye, while other boughs
Diverge unto the sky in resplendent praise
Of love and life and invincible majesty.

She laughs at her haters and those who warned
Of doom if she wasn't properly tamed
And pruned, for she has grown
Into a valiant tree,
Yes, truly a marvel, a wonder, a sign,
A thing of beauty, an inspiration for any open mind.

-jenn