As she walked toward it, she noticed its wildness didn’t fit the cultivated orderliness around it. It was simple but beautiful. Rich, vivid greens were crowned in soft, creamy whites. The small drops of yellow at the centers reminded her of the sun. It was small, coming only to her knee.
But there was something else that drew her to it, something mesmerizing and powerful. It was only as she drew near, stepping off of the graveled path, that she noticed the danger. Hidden deep within the green lushness, it too guarded against those who wished claim its beauty.
Hmmmm. Is it a rose bush?
ReplyDeleteI'm bummed that I didn't get around to doing this prompt. You did a really good job of it, though!
Hmm something nature-y and beautiful and tempting? You must reveal! :)
ReplyDeleteI love roses. I have grabbed thorns plenty of times in my rush to draw them closer. Great job!
ReplyDeleteOh, white roses... especially something wild amongst something more orderly.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
I was writing specifically about white wild roses. Thanks for all the great comments!
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