Red Rose

Red rose A blacktop cracked, one planted a seed and something sprouted. This seed-like a muscle it kept getting stronger, and the rain poured down on it, and in the morning the suns light showed its growth. The pedals had a few holes, a few bruises; but the buds too come would replace the fragile vulnerabilities of those hurt red pedals. The green stems showed the life that one once thought to be impossible, now here- a red rose grows within the droves of gravel. Red Rose She got stepped on quite a few times, got passed by and rejected plenty of times too, but the roots kept the strength rooted deeply in her to press on … So no matter what-she smiled to the world with the beauty planted deep inside of her. Warmth and affection no matter what the temperature was she exposed daily- her character. Red Rose A Queen awaiting to be loved, the beloved red rose. She encompasses deep love and affection, truly loyal in despite of the hiccups, throw-ups, and cruel expectation of world –at times. Her seed was planted and now it’s sprung up to a million plus, red roses like the sea, endless…and she was birthed from the concrete, but now her seeds are planted everywhere you can go on the globe, the beloved red rose. Who rose when no one cared, noticed, or gave her a chance, she kept on humbly with the passion and love to grow despite adversity. Red Rose When you smell her its true heaven, when you hold her in your hand- you don’t want to let go of the array of peace; that for a moment brings your soul at ease. You’re hoping that the vases she lives in will keep her living on for more than a few days. The pedals when they fall, the flow of its death as it falls gracefully. Red rose wish you could live forever, but just a moment of your precious life brings a smile on my face, and thankfulness well worth to embrace forever. Beloved red rose. You are loved more than you know. © copyright2015