In a garden full of daisies, had grown a beautiful rose. Something more unique, than I had ever known. Though its beauty is breathtaking, its personality made it shine. To pick up such a perfect flower, would be the greatest crime. The rose was getting anxious, in defense it grew a thorn. I pricked my finger, hurt myself, but caused the rose more harm. So through my dumbest action, the rose would soon deplete. Here I stand with pain in heart, a perfect rose had wilted at my feet.