The Dying Rose

Written by: Kelli Egloff-Metzgar

I walked into the garden,
Picked a dying rose.
A few petals fell to the
As I silently carried it home.
Once inside I filled a vase
with water.
I placed the rose inside, and
set it upon the table.
I sat and drank a cup
of tea
Thinking that maybe, the rose
would enjoy my company.
After a while, I turned in 
for the night.
In the morning when I
I looked at the dying rose,
To my surprise, from my love...
                the rose began to bloom.