A white rose in a rosebush, one of many.
Petals all around, and many pinkish buds.
A flower blooms. Just a flower, nothing else.
The flower waits. The flower stays. The flower remains.
A new bud blooms, and joins the white rose. Two roses.
Many more bloom, a bush of roses. Bright red petals adorn the green.
The other roses speak. They are all roses.
There appears a thorn. The thorn says,
Why remain a rose? Why show beauty?
The roses turn and question. But no roses change.
A bush of roses, bright red petals adorning the green.
A drop from the sky. Another. A trickling. A downpour.
The rain splatters the rosebush. The roses recoil in fear.
But the white rose remains. It does not hide.
The thorn returns. It asks the roses,
Why remain a rose? It's better to be a thorn.
The roses turn and question. Some roses change.
A bush of roses and thorns, bright red petals adorning the green.
The beetles come. The season is warming.
The beetles want the sweet flowers. They consume the petals.
But the white rose remains. It stands even in weakness.
All the roses are weakened. The thorns return.
Why remain a rose? Beetles cannot eat a thorn.
The roses turn and question. Many roses change.
A bush of roses and thorns, bright red petals adorning the green.
The wind gracefully lifts a few leaves. The wind grows stronger.
The wind tears through the bush.
Petals swirl though the air, red and white and green.
The thorns return. They ask the few,
Why remain a rose? A thorn cannot be lifted by the wind.
The roses turn and question. The roses change.
But the white rose remains. It stands even in weakness.
The cold strikes. The heat strikes. The insects strike.
The wind strikes. The water strikes. The earth strikes.
The thorns tear at the white rose.
Why remain a rose? Why do you not conform?
But the white rose remains, for it knows its fate.
The summer grows hotter. The white rose remains.
The thorns keep calling, why remain a rose?
The white rose waits. The summer grows hotter yet.
The white rose is plucked. From the stem it is torn.
The young man takes the rose, takes it to the home of a young woman.
The young woman graciously accepts, and the white rose is placed in a vase.
The summer grows hotter. The bush burns. The thorns die.
The white rose remains.