A Rose's Lot

A rose cannot ask to be picked

Imprisoned by the bush it belongs too

and the root system from which it has grown to thrive

It is quite helpless

One Rose may cry to be left alone to grow and flourish

while another Rose begs to be plucked and given to passionate romance and a fleeting life

Both pleas go undetected

A rose may reach out to an admirer,

but its slight movement is mistaken

for the affects of a subtle breeze

A rose is one of those creations.

a victim of fatal theft

left to the whim of the one who has the power to pluck it

A rose, once plucked becomes regarded as only an object of admiration and desire

A common token of affection

Taken and given to be enjoyed for a short time

before it fades, whithers, and dies

An easy symbol of ones ardor for another

Every Rose has a story.

And, Before one plucks,

One should remember

A rose has thorns

natures attempt to protect its vulnerable beauty

To ward off those in search of an easy prize

And to remind the taker that the confiscation of this fragile bloom is not to be taken lightly

but rather painstakingly

with great care

WRC