I carved the mountains and watered the kingdoms of life. For what is beauty if not The seeds of life. And yet, My kingdom of roses was taken.
By a man who claimed it was beautiful. He ripped its roots from the soil and took it home, Placed it in a pot, watered it and asked it to grow. But how could it? When the kingdom was now alone..
It takes more than the sunshine, more than the water, and much more than the perfect soil. And the love of one no matter how genuine can never match the love of all.
And so the kingdom fell.. And the man disposed of it in search of another. Was this truly love? Was this truly beauty?
A kingdom built in the forest requires the forest to flourish. A kingdom built at home requires home to keep from feeling lost and alone.
Beauty must be admired but never violated. Beauty is made beautiful by its natural state of freedom. You cant contain it or control it.. That would be like choosing the words for the poet.
So build your kingdom and admire the beauty of anothers. But please do not tear the roots off the flowers.
Because somebody poured their heearts out over those seeds, so that more roses could bloom with beauty to give.