A Beautiful Fleeting Life
Great beauty did Rose have since that time when
she poked her head out and beheld the sun,
which had been helping her to grow and then,
she noticed in her bed there was no one
except for her! For a brief moment, Rose
was all alone, a queen who stood with grace
with her crimson hue and in sweet repose,
enticing bees that circled near her face,
taking nectar from petals’ base. Aglow,
Rose loved being desired . . . but now has come
wilting time. Her blossom tears – unseen – flow.
A flower’s reign is fleeting, and no bees’ hum
will Rose now hear. One floral leaf lets loose.
As the petal falls, she knows she’s lost her use.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2025
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