How easy it is to rub
Against eternity,
To fall back bruised.
A rose’s sides,
Tarnished by
Indifference.
Close encounter with
The unseen,
Love unknown to itself.
Beauty unbeknownst to
Its maker,
Scraped away by winter’s
Face.
Smoked away in summer,
Bent below its full potential.
A spring to perk up its
Stalk,
Autumn to bed the petals.
A soft voice to caress,
The heavy drone to blow down.
Beneath its center,
A world of wakefulness,
The above universe
Swirling into regret.
A farmer to tend its
Beauty,
A city man to trample
Its petals.
In the light of day,
Risen to a great new height,
Basked in the glory of God
Once more.
A Diamond to Remember 
Lovely.