Ask the Rose
life has its seasons
as does the earth
we know not the reasons
for neither death nor birth
we all celebrate
we all face tragedy
making me contemplate
life's greatest mystery
the mystery of love
the reasoning behind it
that thing we all dream of
to renew our spirit
but love accompanies
loss and pain
it's woven into our destinies
as natural as the rain
our souls are created
given the breath of life
our souls are mated
then given the burden of strife
that's the way life goes
so we all say
but what says the rose,
as she wilts slowly away?
Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2017
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