Rose

Beautiful i am and still i can be.
Gently flowing in the wind and catching the small crystal rain drops in my soft delicate buds.
There are many of me but only one of what i am.
Beauty is not always everything as i can be fierce, Strong and wild as the thorns that sit at my side, they are my protectors , my guards they keep me from harm.
I am a rose fierce strong ye beautiful I am nature and nature is me.