Blooming Roses

Yesterday it was an elfin, petite bud, Secured in its lovely leaves, Like a majestic queen entrenched in an emerald throne. Nurtured by tender breeze and dewy air, It gently bloomed into a lovely rose- -The malodorous domicile of the murmuring flies. Decked in red with drops of dew, Glittering under the radiance of the golden orb, Made more elegant with the entwining vines. Its beauty unmatched, its fragrance unrivaled, - A matter of reverence and a joy for all. As time tripped on with rosy wings, Hours did fly and days did flow, That loveliness has withered and has fallen away, Its beauty had gone, its fragrance departed, Its silky skin lay desiccated on the pebbles, Shattered and blown in the morning breeze. Now no tears are shed for it, No one to give it reverence, It lay buried in the lowly dust -Ignored and forgotten. Momentary are we, as the roses That come and wilt away into oblivion. The joy we spread in the span of our life, Would be all that counts.