It was a tiny bud,

People starting caressing her.

For sunny,

it was put outside, to have more sunlight.

In rainy, it was kept inside.

Much were protected, more beautiful it grew. It’s fragrance freshen the whole balcony,

And neighbours praised it’s reddish velvet with greenish leaves amid browny thorns.

Time passed,

One, then two, three… petals began to fall.

A new bud was born, behind her; in another branch.

Now the pot was moved at a different angle;

for the new to reach sunrays.

Rituals started to repeat.

While, The old bud was leaving, it’s legacy, touching the ground.

And,

There again,

new bud away in her world, Is about to bloom…