It bloomed to be an exquisite rose: pulchritude streaming from its
ruby-red petals. And rubies were they, gleamed as they did in the
tepid sunlight. It was truly a divine sight, with sunshine filtering
through its dainty leaves and reflecting its rosy beauty to the
Ah! A sigh escaped my lips as I gazed at it – and who wouldn’t stare
at it? With its gullible show, mesmerizing beauty and breath-taking
fragility … who wouldn’t?
I bent and sniffed its fragrance: the nifty fragrance seeping through
my nostrils, frenzied my nasal senses and I leaned forward to pluck
However, in midair, I checked myself.
Why yank the poor thing? How could even one think of tweaking
something so beautiful?
I trod a few steps back bashfully and set upon watching it again:
absorbing its beauty and, not curtailing it.
Because I understood beauty is to be preserved, and not impaired.