The Young Rose

The morning sun arises, I wake to my trembling legs. As neighbors' noise echoes, A lovely young rose catches my sight. Wondering within my mind, Where might its delicate petals come from? And why is it so close, with thorns that shine? But every breath I took Was filled with the magic of its aura. And then I yearned to gently touch Its velvety softness, or indulge in its sweet aroma. In my heart, I whispered to myself, 'I'll claim it as my own, Protect it forever, And cherish it always.' #thesecond