I'm Sorry

A beautiful rose blooms,

It grows and matures.

Others bask in its beauty,

And share in the natural joy.

The rose is tender and young,

And continues to grow on its own.

Living and breathing,

The rose pushes on.

Scared for the rose,

The gardener holds it tight.

Thinking he's saving it,

He presses it even harder.

Now what was once beautiful,

Lies broken in his hands.

Unable to let go,

The gardener weeps.

The beautiful rose,

His cherished love.

Crushed by his grip,

The beauty is gone.