The Rose

“Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.”

Sri Sathya Sai Baba 

Lebanon State Forest.

I was walking around a lake inside the forest and this silk rose was leaning against this tree. 

Very strange. Maybe a memorial!

Red Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That’s sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns
Photo from my rose bush, Freehold, NJ