Withering Rose

Written by: barbara dumbovic


Withering rose     

Garden full of life                                                                   
Sunshine coming through the magnolia tree                                           
Not to far from it is a beautiful rose 
 Trying to be,                                                                      

As the years past 
She blossomed to a beauty
She had someone to care for thee
She blossomed with the three
Who Stood by her,

Time is gone and it took a tall on her 
There was no sun coming in the sky
Her petals one by one started to fall,

The garden was looking the same
In one corner where she remains
Early that morning 
As her last petal fell
A butterfly flitted by,
   
And gentle voice asked 
The garden won’t look the same
If you let go and die
Nobody notice her as she                                 
Fades away except one little 
Passer by

A gentle voice asked 
What happened to your beauty?
And promised her
To send sunshine                                            
To warm and give light                       

With your beauty 
The garden will change
All over again