A Collection of Small Nothingness

Just As Beautiful

A rose grew in my garden one day
Unexpected. Yet invited. I was thankful.
Tall and sturdy
Confident and beautiful.
Yet still has its thorns.
"A rose by any other name?"
Please.
There was only one rose.
Roses are delicate
Don't ever forget about them.
Or they'll be gone before you know it.
And you'll regret ever neglecting it.