Broken Rose

In the summer brilliance A rose grew red and strong She was told to be the meek one She blossomed every dawn Every morn at waking time The girls would be by her bloom She bowed her head to the wind The praise, smiles and swoons But when the gold sunk away The dewy tears ran down her face She wondered if they valued her As she looked upon the Specks in space She was loveliness up above But did they see down below Darkness seeped into leaves And twisted spines began to grow Days and days swept by and by Sunshine spilled over her wilting part Even the breeze became unkind And lower sank her ruby heart When the sunlight rises early They all sing of her brilliant head But this morrow, sweet tomorrow All but the thorns are dead