The Rose

It swayed in the wind,
in all it's beauty.
It's color providing solace to weary souls.
It wrapped itself within its petals,
so that the wind could not it's glory unfold.

It stopped swaying when the wind receded,
And spread its aroma all around.
Every other flower shielded away in its shadows.
The beautiful rose then opened its petals,
and regaled in its beauty for all to see.

It lay there for a long time,
and I just marveled at it's beauty.
The painstaking task that had gone into its creation.
made me think of how beautiful the creator must be!