Metaphorical

My thorns have severed flesh and left it bleeding
and yet my beauty always lures new hands,
my colors are expansive and exceeding- 
embellishing the grass and verdant lands.

Midst human pains and pleasures I’ve provided
the message of the pure and caring soul,
while speaking for the hearts that have decided
to find that special being who makes them whole.

I’m there upon the joyous celebration
of life emerging from the ancient womb,
and yet I’m also there at one’s summation
to grant the last caress upon the tomb.

The path of life, from birth into repose,
is marked by petals from the mystic rose.

Rose