me more than you

part 45

red Roses

Covered in red.
So so red.
Stained with the tears of the weeping trees.
Doused in the drink of natures sorrow.
They represent such beauty to the eye.
Though when looking further there's a story.
One much deeper and darker.
The story of the trees woes and movement in nature,
their life.
The trees that hug the ground where the Roses lay and cover them in their beautiful color.
Its not sad that Roses are red, don't hear me that way.
Its beautiful.
The hardships of the tree are burned into Roses.
Their emotions harnessed into the petals.
They weep their glorious colors into the roots of the Rose
So then,
Oh then,
The Roses grow,
And they grow til they reach their sky.
red.
Their petals red.
Any spec of flower covered in the crimson stain.
Then the trees have left their mark.
They've left the world with a bit of themselves.
Because deep down the trees know their time is coming.
They see the figures coming.
With their small tree breakers.
So they hug the Roses roots and they let out all they have