the beauty of a rose.

the beauty of a rose.

the velvet feel of every petal,

telling a different story with every touch.

reaching out as the sun shines down upon it,

singing it's life through the bush.

the love it feels as the touch of the bumble's spread the excitement,

to other flowers away from the bush,

telling them of the wonderful things to come.

when the water comes from above and refreshes all,

the green leaves take in all the change and embrace it,

spreading it through the cluster as a fresh disease.

the strength of the stem, the beauty of it,

how it curves, turns, spirals,

bends and entices with every branch.

the thorns that tell you of the rose's past,

how it's been broken,

been hurt, and had to defend itself somehow,

against the wars of the world.

the people that don't just stop to smell,

but to also touch.

and that you must be prepared to handle the rose.

handle the beauty, the smell, the secret power.

one wrong touch and you're sent into a world of hurt,

forever remembering that one time,

that one regret,

when you mistreated that rose.

the roots that hold the rose to the world,

keep the rose grounded to have a strong stem,

strong petals,

and a strong smell.

a smell to bring you close, to make you beg.

that smell that everyone longs for, but hardly gets.

only for special reasons, at special times.

the rose forgives all, loves all, believes all.

gives hope to many.

never take the beauty of a rose for granted.

you can look, but be careful when you touch.

the bumble's protect it and keep it alive.

the leaves give it nourishment and love.

the bush gives it a place to be comfortable.

the branches give it strength to grow to it's full potential.

when you take a rose from all of that,

it's under your protection.

you must love it.

you must make it comfortable, give it strength.

only then..

will you realize...

the beauty of a rose.