Venturing from her safe small shell
Seeking a richer existence
Skipping along the well worn path
Gazing in awe at Nature
Strolling easily down the grassy hill
Pausing to admire the valley floor
Straining up the next steep rise
Panting, exhausted, reaching the peak
The world as she knew it, now small and quaint
Vastness stretched out in every direction
Overcome, tumbling dizzily down the hill
Coming to rest against a mighty oak
For days sitting beneath its bowers
Safe from the storms, the wind, the beasts
Snuggling up tightly against its trunk
Reluctant to leave the majesty behind
Spring chased winter, gray fled the scene
She fed on berries, nuts, and herbs
Memories of yesterday twinkled and died
Happily content living beneath the oak
Amongst the wildflowers
Dwelt a rose
From her new home, watching its struggle
Choking, alone, the rose persevered
Attracted by its vibrant red aura
The birds abhorred its thorns
Puzzling its role in the scheme
Of this wondrous place
Still watching, seeing it wither
A sharp stick in hand, digging down deep
Rescuing the beauty from its savage nest
Gently placing it beneath her oak
Patting the ground around its stem
Petals abloom, stretching for the sun
Now basking on center stage
Her compassion noted from on high
The gods smiled down upon them
Swirls of golden dust arose
In its wake, she found her reward
Gossamer wings to explore the new world
Soaring through the azure blue skies
Always returning to the ones she loved most.