When thinking about roses || @beautycreativity

I have a good demand in the market now because I am being honored by many but that is only for a short time. The time is running out and if you can throw me away then everyone survives and throws me away because I don't need them anymore. I am only used to show respect to people.

My market is better at festivals because then I have a higher price. I am sold to some people who always buy me and entertain me with their favorite people and greet each other.

But when that time is over, I fall asleep again.As I beautify and spread beauty among all. But they don't have time to think about ending it. After enjoying my beauty I was then neglected. I only share beauty with everyone for a short time. I think that's the responsibility, then I was thrown out.

I sometimes wonder if I could talk like everyone else, maybe I would complain about why I was constantly ignored, why I was thrown away when I needed to, or if I was born just to entertain you or to be born as normal as you. I can end up where I was born, so why do you show up so often with me.

I want to be at home, as you like to be. I want to end up right where I was born. We don't tear up because I too was born temporarily for beauty. But let me spread the beauty from my place. Don't make fun of me because I don't like it. When the need arises, you forget me, this is what makes me feel worse.

I am a part of nature, I want to live according to my rules. There is no point in making fun of me so much. If I am a symbol of love, then you love me. But do not neglect me unnecessarily. Let me stay in my place, I feel quite comfortable in my place.

special note : I think if Rose had the power to speak, she might have expressed her grief in this way. However, the flowers of the tree fit the tree, not the hand.