#791909 added October 21, 2013 at 7:23pm Restrictions: None
The Rose
The Rose
As I looked out my window,
I saw a small bush that was
not there the night before.
As I watched leaves began
to appear as perfect as any leaf
can be.
As the bush swayed in
the morning breeze, I noticed
a small bud appear on the bush,
as it began to unfold one petal
at a time, it was like a beautiful
symphony being played, holding
the audience spellbound.
As the rose
continued to unfold it became
more beautiful.
As I gazed upon it
knowing that soon it would
wither and die.
It made me sad
knowing something so beautiful coudl
not live forever.
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