Since it’s Spring now and I’ve been taking lots of pictures of flowers, a friend suggested to me that I should take a picture everyday of the life of a rose. I didn’t quite make it everyday. But I was pretty close. It was so cool to see the small changes over time of the rose. Usually when people get roses from the store, they look like what the first picture shows. But really, that’s only the beginning of this flower’s beauty. When still on the stem, roses open fully and slowly fade and sometimes they get darker spots before finally losing their petals. Or at least that’s what this rose did. So I hope you enjoy these photos. I’m also going to add my poem Rosebud at the end of the photo time lapse. I know I’ve posted it before, but it’s been awhile and I really like it. Enjoy!
Rosebud
You’d think I’d be proud.
Everyone knows the rose:
I’m always wanted for weddings,
apologies, Valentines, even the tango.
But you don’t know me at all.
I’m sick of that kind of attention:
I don’t want to be clipped,
pruned, removed,
sitting in a glass vase,
dying slowly.
That’s my worst nightmare,
locked inside, or worse yet,
hung upside down till I’m a dry
crisp corpse, then put on display
yet again.
You know the real reason for my thorns?
They’ve grown to keep you away.
Why can’t you let me grow
and die in peace with my friends?
Simply satisfied
in smelling our sweet
scents mixing in the spring air.
Please find a different symbol
for love,
one that doesn’t require my death.
NovelSisters 
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