As I looked back on my life, a Rose Bud I became
young, impressionable, gentle
My stem young but sharp, green and brown
Touched tenderly by the
warmth of the sun I was thirsty
waiting patiently for the quench of water,
water for my roots to swim in
I developed beautiful green leaves that
shined and glistened in the sun
with a touch of red, like the sky's sunrise
I grew, grew up to be beautiful but inside
I was still a Rose Bud
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