Nostalgi

It's dying now.
But I picked it yesterday.
It stood there so beautiful in the middle of the ugly pile.
So beautiful, so sweet-smelling.
So yellow.
I picked it and it held me company on the way home.
It made the air fresher, made me breathe better and kept me alive.
I wished that the day would never end.
It was so quiet i the wood, so peaceful.
I wasn't afraid of anything, because my grandmother was walking beside me.
I think that she was the one that gave me the Rose...