I just came across the city to work
Never did I imagine to come across
A delicate flower
It wasn't my intentions to look
Upon it
It only took that glimpse that I found  myself
Drawn to its aroma
It was sweet and bittersweet
I couldn't  help but notice the clouds forming
As the flower weeps
But how was I supposed to know ?
I only intended to speak my feelings
To the flower
I Never meant to hurt the world
Who could leave a rose drenched in the muddy streets of granite.
Now I only wish to care and one day
Show the rose its beauty