the rose, scented and floating across from me its thorns were prominent and sharp a means of protection for the delicate creature red pigment screamed to the sun wishing to meet the sunยดs eyes the petals stretched and reached with the leaves
he stayed perched up in the skin blinding those who got too near to him the sun never took notice of the bleak rose he was busy shining for the world around, drying children off as they played in the cold ocean waves deepening the nutmeg color in the skin of those who let him
so the rose whined, and reached endlessly for what she could never grasp and the sun continued to do his job, never realizing the fulfillment he would've had, if only he took a chance