Oh look at the rosebud,
Oblivious to its surroundings,
Like a dainty animal,
It smiles upon this world.
So innocent it seems,
A beautiful flaw in nature,
A being of creation.
It sees its fellow flowers,
Beautiful in full bloom,
It longs to join them,
To spread its flowery petals.
But it waits.
For what we do not know,
But wait it does.
The winter sun bathes the rosebud in a golden light,
And slowly, very slowly,
As if scared of the world around,
The rosebud sheds its frosty confines,
And beams upon the world,
In full bloom once again.
© Mira Sophia Chrysostomou
adventures in a lightroom 