My life had multiple colors as I bloomed.

Now I see nothing for a midnight blue.

I learn to love this glowing spot.

It never misses my rosy cheeks even though I am meek.

With all the things I use to coexist with, how did I not know a blue rose existed?

I stand firm in my beliefs the Sun can't reach all of its beauty.

Giving the moon reason to give a comfortable glow, reminding me to grow.