Garden Guards

Each petal, leaf, each vein, each thorn, not any one the same, Stand tall in there duty protecting Their tillage from the dark winged shadows circling the sky's mains The wind slightly changes and they sway so waiting on the rain. Each is there own colour with shades all with different names. Same race, different names, different colours , different shapes and different mothers. Many layers and characteristic ways and some blooming, others blossoming and some like to sleep away there days. Sometimes the wind peels off a layer, and at times the rain lay heavy weighing them down until they drop to the ground, leaving no armour. The sun singes there edges making them burnt and different to the eye. Sometimes they are open,sometimes closed, but there's one thing that everyone knows about the beautiful, elegant and regal garden guard's , that in all there differences, one thing they all were created with in traits, That they all smell the same, Subtle but intense, delicate and strong. It's that distinct fragrance, it's the smell of the ROSE. .