A yellow rose,
An angry soul,
A soul needing the rose,
A rose rescuing the soul,
That’s how I slowly learn to let go.
All this began the moment I was captured by the rose,
A rose that said, “There are many beautiful things in this world,”
I wiped my tears and arose,
I slowly faced the world,
It was the strength I got from the rose.
The hatred for this world slowly lessened,
My eyes began to see the beauty of this world,
It became a beautiful lesson,
I began to want to be a part of this world,
Thus, I’ll always be thankful for the rose and the beautiful lessons.
Hatred can sometimes blind you and it can make it hard to see the beauty of this world. So try to hate less and try to see the beauty more.