One in a Million.

In the middle of an apple orchard
There stands a small rose bush.
The bush is a thorny mess
That hadn't even blossomed.
It is alone amongst the apples.
Alone and uncared for.
Stray and out of place.
The only one of its kind.
It sits each day,
Listening to their taunting.
Thinking each moment.
Knowing it'll bloom.
Knowing that no matter what,
It'll be the best rose bush in the orchard.
Knowing that its blossoms
Will be red and lush.
Knowing that they'll be gorgeous,
One day they will.
One day it'll stand tall and proud.
One day not a worry will it have.
And on that day,
A fine and perfect day,
All will be right.