I love the springtime when flowers begin to bloom; it reminds me of new beginnings.
I especially love the roses, their perfume is sweet, and the pedals are delicate.
I also relish the thorns.
They protect the elegance of the rose.
I love the diverse colors that have a distinct meaning when given to someone you love, someone you are proud of, or just a simple thank you.
I would love to own a rose garden.
I can imagine rainbow roses in my backyard desert, if plausible.
I envy the Bee.
If I were one, all I would do is gather pollen and smell roses; that would be my life purpose.
©soulreal
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