Poetry: The Rose

Within a blizzard in the dead of winter
Where there is no life, where everything sleeps
The storm dosn’t stop, keeping life at bay…
Showing no sign of withdrawl it goes on…
The storm which shows no fatigue, keeps life at bay.
This Storm which never ends…

Within this storm, an animal within the snow,
This creature which still lives, shows no emotion
This living thing which travels through the barren fields.
It keeps going with n destination
It moves forward, never looking back,
Shrugging off the cold, the damage still ocurs…
It moves on forward, near the end of life, but does not realize it…
The existance that it leads, has no meaning…

As it keeps on going, suddenly in th blanket of white,
A color appears, the color of red,
The red which which resides on top of a string of green
It slowly becomes a rose, a rose which seems to be burning bright…
Like a flame this rose becomes, this rose which gives meaning,
This rose seemingly unaffected by the storm which surrounds it.
A rose in this storm, which seems unlikely exists.

The creature who sees this small fragile life, recognizing it at once…
It starts walking towaards it in ever increasing speed
No matter, though it seems it gets closer, it never comes close.
So in frustration this creature screams and begins too run
As he does, it becomes clear that the snow underneath, becomes thinner.
As he does, the wind begins to slow….

The rose which exists in a blanket of snow and cold,
Although it exists, it still needs protection…
The creature determined to reach this fragile life,
Determined to protect it, even with its own life on the brink of death.
The creature, when it finall reaches the rose, instantly uses its own body to sheild the rose…
And in that position he stayed untill its very death,
Even then its corpse, sheilded the rose…

The creatures sacrifice, without a doubt saved the rose
Within a few days the blizzard ends, the snow melts, and life begins anew.
With the rose being the most beutifull of the plants, it grows.
In due time the rose touches the creature which had died…
Its corpse perishes, and a new life is found within
A new creature exists, always near the rose to protect it to its dying breath…
With time passing they grow together untill they eventually become one

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The Rose, a Beautiful thing it is. One of my Favorites, really. Deep Symbolism in this one, that there is. Can you decipher it?