Wish I had more orchids.

Orchid in my home.

gardening the blessed white rose i see the purity with each pedal that bloom from its stem but its not what i want, not what i need, what i want is something unique something i can call my own as i look across the field i noticed something, like a penny that sits around nickles, i noticed across the crevas lies a red red rose, the petals were pure  and the seam was perfection, as it sits untouched, unplucked, and unseen, i knew that i would fight and die to just touch, the rose was too far the crevas was too wide and the fall was too far, my hands were sweaty, i needed to find a way across, i shall risk everything to get to it....so i run and run, and i take a leap that was surly to kill me..... as i jump, i feel like air. and as i see beneath i fall slightly short of my goal, i extend my arm and grab on to a ledge,, fighting my way up i begin to lose control, as i get to the top, i knew i was done, cause the spiked thorns werent going to let me be, but i didnt care, i fought threw the thorns while they pirced my flesh as i bled whith each thorn which felt like being stabbed, as one pirced my heart, i make it to the rose and with one final breath i reach for the rose and with a single touch i leave happy to know that i saw the one thing that was worth the sacrifice 

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