A Poem for a Thursday #143

I was going to feature a different Robert Frost poem but when I came across this one I changed my mind. It gives me the excuse to use another of the five million photos of roses I have right now. I like how simple and lighthearted this sounds.

The rose is a rose, 
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apples's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's 
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.

The Rose Family
Robert Frost