A budding flower, a gentle rose,
it blooms everyday, it grows and grows.
The sunlight kisses it, the moonlight glows,
how can beauty be so easly present, no one knows.
A droplet of water slides off its delicate petals, landing on the grass,
the ground from which this beauty sprouts, perfection clear as glass.
A lovely scent, so sweet to smell, resides within the air,
it drifts around reaching you and I, a beauty worthy to share.
But down below, the beauty's holder lies sharp and jagged lines,
of thorns zig zagged across the stem that grows with each passing time.
Touch it and it may prick you, sending scarlet liquid across your skin,
the damage it causes from the safety of one is divided very thin.
It's the same as life, this contradicting rose,
one some of beauty, the other of horrors.
a unique blend of good and bad,
it goes in the same pattern as the life we have.
It all depends on your perspective,
on how you handle the thorns and petals of the life you live in.
A/N: Dan dan dan ddaaaaaaaann! *gong is hit* My idea of life. Yes it is beautiful but some people tend to unfortunately end up on the thorny side of it :( And so a rose depicts my thoughts on life xD This is dedicated to *cough cough* The AMAAAAZING JUDY! *cough cough* There, you happy? HUH? She came up with the title in Algebra 2 class xD So she desrves the dedication I suppose xD K vote if you liiiiked it :3
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