Bittersweet Rose

Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures; inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose. Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens those, who are drawn to the undisturbed meadows of the divine, and become caught in the thorn barb and twisted twine. Coveted by the splendor of our sight, we horde the natural beauty as it is our given right. The Peony Roses are captivated in our possessive might. The beauty must defend or to shatter and remain in a vibrant tatter. For each life is to begin in the epoch, of uncertainty, fruitless, and in a perilous world of bitterness. As for all the desires to be fulfilled in the end of the epoch; seeking meaning and clarity as their souls, reaching for sweet unity. In the courts, man throws his mighty stick, changing the rules, scheming a new trick. See the weightless power of man and the fear at hand that he brings. In the churches, the prayers of woman in a quiet peace, for a faithful praying as she sings. A vicious world with beauty, hiding as a flower. Attraction to peril in fury, as we deviate from a greater power. Was it a Greater Being’s perfect mistake, or a beautiful mistake by elements of chance? In the birth of creativity, allowing mistakes to creep in. Seeking the perfect form in nature, while there is no true formality. Living with these two extremities, of the hot desert summers days and the cold arctic winter nights. The Peony rose hiding away in the sun rays, and sleeps under the distant star lights. Vanity or our pride of youth, we become prisoners of our own devise. Dreaming of tomorrow as a given truth. Selfish thoughts we never considered unwise, we desire for the things we can never own. We covet what we see The beauty we can never be. The danger of the rose. The aggressions of a Man and the tenderness of a Woman can be read by the hardness of his hands and the softness of her touch. Is it the end of a gentle beauty of the rose, To look at her pedals, smell her sent, feel her touch, and still be pained by his thorns in the stem?