In your hands a piece of burlap
Brown and plain -
Useful all the same.

You stretch out the wrinkles,
Brush off the dust
The cloth lies before you in absolute trust

Your needle works quickly.
A garland of thread
Textures the fabric in deep shades of red.

Now the brown foundling
Shimmers like gold.
As intricate petals begin to unfold.

From barren to blossom,
In a rainbow of hue
A rose has awakened
Created by you.