What a simple rose could do…

Such beauty in a rose, many folds, unveiling themselves gently softly, mostly hidden from view, a tint of each fold revealed, all adding up to amount to many tints of prettily unveiled folds of petals, the sum of which greater than its parts. Where tiny droplets of water so carefully sit on the petals, being separate yet as though part of the flower, exuding greater beauty in the rose; just a delicate droplet from the heavens. An outstanding beauty sitting on and supported by a thorny stalk, O how much more can it ever stand out? Such beauty there is, in a rose I say.