Red roses covered in the purple liquid in a tall green tinted glass. The petals sinking almost tranquil but barely seen. It sinks down into the dark void crumbled and lost. What shall we do with the useless life of the rose? Let it rest and simply ignore? Even the ibises are feed with plenty. But do they have any more importance? The rose is the guard of the untamed horses feeding on green. They add beauty and color even in the darkest shades and shadows. What should we do with the life of the flower? Shall we treat them like the ibis? I cannot answer this question myself but it is for you to ponder over. Let it sit in your head and stay. What will we do with the life of the rose?
