A Petal Of A Woman

Roses are beautiful you see. Delicate and precious they always seem to be. We shine from the skies and waters. We hurt sometimes and may leave a Petal or two behind. By the darkness, rain, thunder, Storms no one can see how hard we glow to be alive. A Petal we leave as beauty stays with wind and rain we get blown away from the skies into a drain a Petal may stay. Us women are petals. As women who become a rose that rises into a blooming flower. We can overcome anything. As long as we stand beautiful like a rose we will have all of our petals. In the end we stand beautiful. Delicate and precious a rose they called us beautifully meaning delicate like every Petal. I never left a Petal behind. Roses are red and the waters are blue. I may be blue but I stand as beautiful as you. If I'm a rose so are you.