The beauty of a rose hibernate through the winter, with nothing exposed but it's armor to splitter. protecting its inner beauty so beautifully. Nature's muse, sitting stewing so fluently. until the sun wakes it stock and leaves. It sits there looking violent but in complete peace. Awaiting the day in complete silience to shine again with reds, hues, and violets. Im sure in the past the rose plant tried stuff differently but had to give in to earth's cold tendencies.
