River of roses

River of roses Across the stream, going everywhere that flows. Petals fall off and travel to every corner filled with beauty and sadness, and every other emotion that fills each and every thorn. Roots are rooted where they grow and planted where the roses flow. Each petal that came off went in every-which way, sometimes wilted yet never withered because of a temporary thing that sometimes scar but always heals with a memory of each vine. Roses come in many different colors with many different meaning, fragrances, yet each grow differently but all beautiful in many ways. Look at a river with hundreds of thousands of petals, and it's a sight that almost none can compare. What is a rose without the fragrance? Or the color that makes up the emotion or meaning? The petals without the stem is different then the thorns without the roots. The river runs deep with roses, and the rose petals flow in many different ways . Take a boat and row in the direction the roses flow and just sit and take in the aroma of every scent the petals give off, while swirling in the place of every rose connection. Just contemplate the feeling and hold steady without letting go. Roses will always wilt sometimes being a temporary beauty, unless planted in soil that always produces that rose in each season.

JT