The Sweetest Thing Without a Soul

There's a beauty of rich intensity for which the sun offers its full morning blessing, an elegant red regard that soothes a longing heart's desire, a warmth of emotion. An inspired making that is fresh, free and real, it is the Red Red Rose; a "Silent eloquence." The air is drenched with its sweet smell being the only one of its kind, and cannot truly be transformed into something artificial, the soft weight of the petals has the touch like babys' skin, I observe its strength as a heartening symbol for it appears to be carefree on the bush or stands very well alone, the stem is strong and straight, while the leaves grow from the sturdy branches, then as the bud fills out it becomes more liberated and independent, breaking away from the rest of the bush like life itself, the tender petals open up like your heart to pleasure, and also fades gracefully under the sun as we do with age. At the end, the rose falls to the ground fulfilling its life, just like we live our lives from birth to eternity...