Death of a Rose Garden

In the corner of the flower garden The ugly rose Stood alone No shelter from blistering noon sun Wilted and burnt The beautiful ones mocked The usual suspects in the garden Gathered together in flock The ugly rose wilted and dried As the other flowers laughed They became week and fraught Not knowing their fate was interlocked For the ugly rose fading and alone Was not the petals nor the stem The intertwined roots were rotted Soon it was the other flower bushes condemned As the rose garden rotted and died That one ugly rose, rose again and became alive Flourishing on the nutrients of the unsurvived Sadly that one lonely rejected flower Still was all alone With no one to share her flourishing bloom Like a lover left alone in the corner of a room No one was there to see her bloom The rains caressing her soul