silverdragon686

I am... I am the rose Beauty amidst harsh thorns Delicate, graceful petals Deepest, richest hue Fragrance sweet and strong Now plucked from its thorny throng Is it more lovely Clipped and displayed amongst crystal Only to wither the next day? I am the painting A masterpiece on the museum wall Many colors, swirls and strokes Complex yet with a harmony Now on display for all to see Is it ever truly understood Being the same yet ever changing As each one sees what they would? I am the bird A song locked in a gilded cage Jeweled and silver plumage Sweet music on command A singular and extraordinary beast Now a mournful tun