The Yellow Rose

Walking through the garden,
one bright morning in July,
a single rose sprouting up,
suddenly caught my eye.
For this one single rose,
was different from the rest.
A yellow rose,
among the red.
And I must confess.
I felt an urge
to pluck this rose,
because the color did not match.
instead I left it
growing there,
in the red rose patch.
I felt an independence
coming from that single rose.
It said "You can't tell me what to do,
I have my own path I will go."
Today that beautiful flower,
in garden does still grow.
Taller than the others,
is the single yellow rose.