On Tuesday I arrived home from school to see an enormous white rose flower head lying on our patio. Our neighbour has a rose bush along her fence that's adjacent to our garden, and the gusty winds had been too much for this rose.
So I scooped it up and popped it in a mug of water to enjoy a bit more of its beauty. Understandably, the rose has quickly wilted, being away from its roots. Yet every time I've looked at it, I've admired its beauty, and the line beauty in the breakdown from a song by Frou Frou has come to mind.
I like flowers, even when they're wilting.