The Rose

(The above image came from my garden #frommygarden)   First, bits of green appear, with crimson red pooling from its core. Oh, what a wondrous sight, Such color, such joy, Forming the perfect red lip Soft and glorious for the eye to behold; Painful and warning to the touch As if it were to say:…

Rain

( I in no way own this image I found it on the internet) Rain Striking flesh it leaves a painful sting It is cold, void of feeling; yet leaves undeniable emotion It serves a purpose It pelts the ground, soaking everything in sight Encouraging growth and change Yet there is a void, a lack…