(Written on 2023-01-05)

At the very first heartbeat
The seed is intrinsically planted.
The seedling was not mystified
By the solitude it was welcomed by
As it was gifted pure water every day.

But when its petals emerged
They hung like lifeless pieces of paper
Stained with brown mud water.
Its stem bent under the weight of
Longingness...

The red head rose, allowing
Its stem to grow once more.
Thin layers of smoke rose from
The soil and majestically twirled
Around the blossomed petals.

All the shades of red glowed
Brighter and brighter until
It bloomed into orange flames
Which instead of burning it away
Made the red rose glow for an eternity