The heavenly aroma forced me to sigh,
so I turned around.. thats when it caught my eye.
'Twas a bush of roses. Roses that were so beautifully scattered.
Every thorn, every petal; none were tattered.

But what if these plants were non-existant?
There would be something that was never exquisite.
Something that was never mentioned,
or ever intentioned.

Thankful to have these extraordinary blossoms,
we can stare in awe for what makes them awesome.