The Rosebud
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It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of The God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
The Gods opens this flower so sweetly,
Then, in my hands, they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
The flower of The God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So, I'll trust in The Gods for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Them for Their guidance
Each step of the way.
The pathway that lies before me
Only The God and Goddess know.
I'll trust Them to unfold the moments,
Just as They unfold the rose.