Rose

Everyone compared her to a rose, one that was just starting to bud. She had her whole life ahead of her, that’s what they thought. She was just starting to blossom into a beautiful young girl, but they were wrong. Her days were limited. The youth and beauty that exuded from her soft skin were soon to be decaying under the ground. They could not fathom that youth did not always mean invincibility. Everyone grows older eventually, and for those that don’t, their days end so suddenly. The rose of their life is cut from the bush of this world, leaving the petals to wilt. Her petals were destined to wilt, and this we will never understand.