Naive

How the wild rose
dances in the fields
And opens her heart
to people who pass by

Some of them
do not understand
her beauty
They call her a friend
And then just betray her
Or stand on her
Take some petals
And then leave
her heartbroken

Is she just stupid
and too naive
That she dances
Like an innocent child
Gives chance after chance
And perceives people
and the world
every day like a blank page
again
Always sees
the good in them,
Or is that just part
of her pure beauty?

©RoseGirl2018