Petals from a rose one by one
Because you think they are not good enough;
The wrong color,
The wrong shape.
Getting sad and angry because all that is left is a stem
Never minded the roots
And you blame the rose,
Refusing to admit your part.
You were not there for the planting of the seed.
You did not witness the growth of the roots
Yet you stand and criticize in anger and disappointment.
The mind and heart will only continue to see ugly if one thinks and acts ugly.