• As the sun rose, and the sky filled with red
    I went back to that day
    A red rose
    Dew drops on its luscious petals
    Such a contrast of red and green
    Passionate and consuming
    Fiery
    I reached to pluck this, everlasting and alluring,
    Quick grasp of the evergreen stem.
    Ouch!
    The protective bodyguard of the rose
    The thorn on its stem cut into my finger
    The warmth of the red blood,
    But yet the rose still stood
    Graceful, passionate, and lusting to be picked.
    Such beauty should never be given the chance to fade