The journey of hope

once scented like roses you know
Slowly you used to grow
Planted all around to protect with a scare crow
Began to bloom and brought out a perfect glow
But you became too bright in the site of your enemies you know
They couldn't keep up with it and it was then covered because you live in a world which is so cold
You became so scared and began to shrink and grow old
You became happy and began to shred and leaves began to flow
Flowing into a happier place were one is free to grow and hope
I began to wonder if it was a rose ,dove or a clove
And we bring this journey to a  close