❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Can't answer yet.
Let it bloom with life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's white.
Purely innocent, unknown of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's yellow.
New found friendship, joy of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's green.
Anticipation of new start, cheerfulness of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's blue.
Aspiration to find, mystery of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's purple.
Love at first sight, silliness of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's pink.
Happinesss of love, admiration of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's red.
Passionate love, spice of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's orange.
Desire to achieve, fasination of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's peach.
Gratitude for all, appreciation of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's burgundy .
Desire of award, ricepient of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Maybe it's black.
Experiencedly old, death of this life.❞

❝A rose with thorns,
What colour, you may ask?
Can't answer more.
It's dried and already dead.❞

~ The Beauty of nature