The Rose
When God created his kingdom,
He thought and then he chose
That nothing small,nor anything great
Shall be as lovely as– the Rose.
He thought and then he chose
That nothing small,nor anything great
Shall be as lovely as– the Rose.
The morning sun so beautiful,
The evening moon that glows,
The stars that twinkle silently,
Are but shadows to– the Rose.
The evening moon that glows,
The stars that twinkle silently,
Are but shadows to– the Rose.
The brilliant desert sands,
The mountains bright with snows,
The forests ablaze in greenery,
Are but dull beside– the Rose.
The mountains bright with snows,
The forests ablaze in greenery,
Are but dull beside– the Rose.
And,oh,the oceans glorious,
The bubbling brook that flows,
The rivers so mysterious,
Are but dry beside– the Rose.
The bubbling brook that flows,
The rivers so mysterious,
Are but dry beside– the Rose.
The birds in grace and splendor,
Every creature that comes and goes,
Elegant in his own respect,
Yet awkward to– the Rose.
Every creature that comes and goes,
Elegant in his own respect,
Yet awkward to– the Rose.
O’ the beauties of the universe,
Are endless so I pose,
But none,are,were,or eer shall be,
As lovely as– the Rose.
Are endless so I pose,
But none,are,were,or eer shall be,
As lovely as– the Rose.
—Leon Nelkin,1969