A bright flower that embraces the sun,
the very sun that rises early over its homeland,
The China Rose, in a China
that rose through the cracks in the iron bowl
and breathed a second life,
all amidst the fragmented debris and blood shed,
Yet also pink, and white, and purple.
For like the rose of its people,
from October to March,
it’s simpler to hide the beating of hearts,
but then comes April and up to September
its brilliance becomes too much to temper.
Yin and yang are like day and night, and
even though the dark is comforting,
welcome the light.
- Anthony Mark