Does she know her time is short or is she completely secure in the present?
Oh, what a flower! True to herself as she follows the laws of narure. Year after year she awakens to new life. In the course of her days, she regally displays her majesty as she stretches from root to bud. Silently opening as light becomes the air she breathes. Admiration is captured as eyes hold what hand cannot.
A stillness becomes her as she releases aroma as well as nectar. An open invitation for bees to freely take what is needed. Does, I wonder, a hive retain the scent of a rose?
Rosa, from seed to flower, unquestionably deliberate.
Uncommonly beautiful in her varying yearly sameness.
Standing tall on stalks of thorns. Proudly she arms herself with beauty and sword. Daring and inviting all, save insect, to gaze from afar. Perhaps her truce with bees is based on their shared ability to wound with a sting.
Twice blessed with beauty and intention.
For no other flower speaks of love and pain as does this rose.
Dressed in finery for all to admire. The feminine knight. Many a body and soul bears her scar. A visual warning. She holds her boundary in her being. She will protect her fragility with a wound. Her being is not filled with wrath. She only requires respect.
Behold, the rose. Beware, her sword. Enjoy her beauty. She'll speak of your heart if you'll allow her to.
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