Literature
Simply another flower
A garden of roses, a cascade of red bathed in the warm light of a thousand suns.
There you are, in the middle of the field, taking in the scent dancing with the wind, mixing in the warmth of the summer breeze.
As you look through the field of beautiful roses, you find "it". In the middle of the field, a most radiant, magnificent rose lies in front of your very eyes. It's velvet red petals blooming, shining in the midday sun.
As you approach the flower, the warmth hits your face and the smell tickles your nose, luring you in with it's charms. As you see it's glory, at the peak of it's existance, you smile as you take it with you, not taking