a rare beauty
singular golden rose
in a field full of flowers
she rises above all the rest
stands out in a crowded field
no matter the weather
it is still gorgeous as ever
the moon
the sun
the stars
all shine down upon her
none comparing to her radiance
illuminating one that needs no light to shine
thorns, less and less every day
every bit revealed day by day
until her soul is exposed
and free
to do as she wills
to leave the thicket
single herself
out from the rest
and show
all the world
her wondrous beauty