BrokenWordsPoet

To Be Me

Saw the most beautiful yellow rose

while strolling through my garden

bending down I smelt its fragrance

whispering a first breath of morning nectar.

My face close to the petals,

The rose spoke to me,

“I want to be red.”

That startled me for sure,

“What did you say?” I said.

“I want to be red.”

Thinking for a moment, what can I do?

For this yellow rose wants to be red,

so in my mind I changed it to red.

Never in my life did I see a red rose so beautiful, and

then never in my life did I see a yellow rose so beautiful.

So changing the rose back to yellow for a moment,

then back to red, then back to yellow, then back to red.

Over, over, over and over again, I switched the colors.

Then the rose said to me, “I change my mind, I just want to be me.”