A Beautiful Rose

A rose
with the color
of blood,
just bloomed
today.
Outside the window
it would layed alone
by its self
closed in deep sleep.
under the sun
with its head tilted,
grows
as the days go by.
That small rose
didn't efflorescence
when the
small daisies opened.
Its head still closed
just like sleeping beauty.
One day
I went
outside
at the same spot
where the timid rose
didn't want to blossom,
it was gone.
That small,
tiny, and shy rose
became
the most admirable
rose in the world.
Just like
the ugly duckling,
became
a beautiful swan.