A rose, she is simple but beautifully radient as she opens her wings at the dawn of day. As the rays peek over the lucious green hillside, she lifts her petals one by one. She is not in a hurry to show what glorious color she will be, just one petal at a time is her choice of speed. By nightfall she is finished with her masterpiece. A few dew drops start to cling to her. She sets facing where the sun had said goodbye, waiting, fully bloomed for the next day. A rose, she is simple but has more beauty when it touches a soul, than when is seen by one.