As I walk down this lonely path,
With all the heartaches and pain,
I came upon a rose.
This rose was like no other.
This rose was once alive and bright.
Now this rose is torn and faded.
As I gazed at this rose,
I began to see something so beautiful,
Something so wonderful.
This rose held something so special,
Although abused, it survived.
It was of love and understanding.
It was of gentleness and caring.
Although it has no glory,
It is in its own right beautiful beyond compare.
One that shall not be forgotten,
And will always be shared.
a rose, by sarah
something about me...
- sianny
- I love all elements of the outdoors. I am a bit of a recluse who tends to shy away from the masses and like to find a nice quiet spot for walks, scrambles and climbs. This year its all about pushing myself, learning more and embracing everything!! I've recently come back from the Swiss Alps, I did my first 4000m and still buzzing from the experience and already day dreaming of the next adventure!