Chae Denton, Student Contributor

Sweet and delicate.

Beautiful but protective.

Girls are roses that bloom in spring.

Shaded but filled with light,

Thorns protect her from predators’ sight.

Loved by many,

but not deserted by all.

She encases her heart with a thorn well.

As the summer goes,

and the winter draws close

her petals weep,

and begin to fall.

The sun returns

and she reblooms.

Bigger and more beautiful,

She appears to be so.

The thorns have become few

And the buds continue to grow

in the end there is no teenager

All that’s left is a rose.