A beautiful rose opened its eyes to the world
with the first hint of dawn
She drank the sweet dew of the night before
from her delicate petals
And smiled at the honeybees,
who vied for her nectar
Swaying gently in the soft breeze
spreading her soft fragrance,
the rose felt proud of its youth
She flirted with the butterflies in the day
And shamed the moths with her beautiful colors
in the dusk
She laughed at the eager lovers
who wanted the prized rose
for the lovely maidens who waited for them
“ah! I’m alive and what a beautiful life it is”
She thought
Then one day she saw
her blood red petals had turned yellow
The bees were gone and so were the butterflies
There were no more eager glances
and no one noticed
As one by one her petals fell
and then there was nothing…………..
with the first hint of dawn
She drank the sweet dew of the night before
from her delicate petals
And smiled at the honeybees,
who vied for her nectar
Swaying gently in the soft breeze
spreading her soft fragrance,
the rose felt proud of its youth
She flirted with the butterflies in the day
And shamed the moths with her beautiful colors
in the dusk
She laughed at the eager lovers
who wanted the prized rose
for the lovely maidens who waited for them
“ah! I’m alive and what a beautiful life it is”
She thought
Then one day she saw
her blood red petals had turned yellow
The bees were gone and so were the butterflies
There were no more eager glances
and no one noticed
As one by one her petals fell
and then there was nothing…………..