Ode to a Rose Bush

Buddings spring from leafy branches
Petals explode into clouds of maroon
Due drops cling to your stem of thorns
Eager for the taste of my blood 

Winds howl and torrential rain
Rake and claw your petals
Tearing and dashing them into the air
Jealous thieves of your secular beauty 

Freezing snows and blazing skies
Harass you all the year long
Despite your mounting strife
You grow tall and do not whither before the storm 

Your relief comes accompanied by spring
Flourishing and flowering you sing me your song
Petals to offend the soft rolling skies
Thorns that thirst for the taste of my blood