Staring down at a rose in full bloom reminds me so much about life.
You may not see it but I do so much.
The way the petals lay one over another, as it continues the pattering yet no one is the same, simply reminds me how lessons of life continue yet no one goes through the same.
It reminds me of how much we go through and how much it all blends into one.
Life is so full of surprise that no one will ever know until we go through it all on are own.
Like a rose things fade in and out like the colors that sit upon a petals may not all be the exactly the same. And simply the way it dies. Wilting away little by little reminds me as someone grows old. How they've lived their life and now its just their time to go.
A rose could be a beautiful thing.
