Victorious Rose

Victorious Rose Looking across the expansive field I observe many beautiful flowers Seeing the blooms and their yield I watched and stared for hours So many, so beautifully made Impossible to choose the best Each unique, how do I grade? What separates one from the rest? Suddenly the sky is dark and cold Then came the wind and the rain The flowers began to whip and fold Their beauty now impossible to sustain The ground is ripped and torn The petals were now scattered The colors no longer adorn Image no longer mattered As the scene becomes serene And mud and flower flows Remaining alone and pristine The Victorious Rose!