I found a bush recently, which was home to a dozen of the most perfect yellow roses
But, this one in particular caught my eye more, for the very fact of it's imperfections.
After all, not every rose is lucky enough to bloom all bright and pretty.
For some, the petals will be a little torn, or the pose will be a little crooked, or the colours will be a little tired. And, sadly, some will even wilt away long before the Summer is in full bloom
Yet, even so, the essence of beauty is not limited to how long something lasts - or what it may look like in comparison to others.
Beauty lies in existence itself.
And the very fact that a flower such as this has even come into being - regardless of it's so called "imperfections" . . . that, to me, seemed something worth marvelling at.