She was a bright red rose

That didn’t like noise.

She lived in a garden

And admired peace.

She looked in the pond

To see her own beauty

And asked the wind

To blow gentle breeze.

But one morning

She looked around

And was suddenly bored 

With the silly garden.

She asked the wind

To blow with all might

And carry her some place

Where the garden was bright.

Photo credit: anniedaisybaby (Flickr)