From The Bunch Of Flowers..

All in one, but with their own space With their own fragrance and With their own charm, Offering self to others, For a purpose to serve. And the life of choice began for others Fascinated with enthusiasm Eager to feel the ownership They all made their choices Some with a care and others by free will Some with a purpose and others without First one picked the Rose A beautiful, enticing and alluring While holding it tight he realized The pinch of the thorn piercing his skin Left with no choice now he held it As the blood started to come out The Rose began to spread the fragrance His pain and suffering overtaken by the charm. Lilly, Jasmine, Peony, Freesia, Gardenia, Lavender Tuberose, Lilac so on and so forth picked by many But the one that remained most favored was Rose A rose with all its thorns.