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.
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.