Posted: Monday, February 11, 2013 4:10:43 AM
A soft, sweet summer breeze sweeps over the path, as her shimmering golden locks fly behind her and she toddles after a puppy.
With her bright, exquisite sundress blowing in the wind and her dainty little baby toes padding on the cold, hard packed earth, not even noticing how hard and cold it is, and only seeing the true beauty around her.
She stops long enough to smell an auspicious, boastful flower, when a bright, red, luminescent berry catches her eye. She plucks it off the vine and bites down as red juice covers her tiny chin.
She is a piece of artwork coming to life.
She runs as fast as her chubby little legs will carry her, until they can carry no more. She finds me sitting under a massive oak tree; she falls into my arms.
I wrap my warm arms around her small body and surround her with things that reality doesn’t always give, such as: love, hope, peace of mind, joy, and happiness.
I sing a lullaby in a low, soft whisper like the sound of grass blowing in the wind. Her sparkling sapphire blue eyes are tiny little butterflies disappearing behind clouds and being enshrouded in dreams of hope and love.
A piece of artwork lost in the dust and shadows and no one notices the true beauty of those works of art.
This is a Rose.
Beautiful, but dangerous. Thorns that can hurt you if observed too closely; but with such true beauty that is lost to so many who only pay attention to how cold and hard packed the path is and how sharp the sting of the thorns are.
But if taken at a gentle approach, you can see the beauty that mostly only little children see.
This is a Rose, a Rose that represents Life.